My third 29th birthday was last Thursday, and what better way to celebrate than a weekend getaway to…Dallas. No, I didn’t go to Cabo, no I didn’t go on a cruise, or even New York City. Instead, I packed a bag and set off for the winter warmth of Texas.
Of course, birthday weekend wouldn’t be off to a good start without some birthday present (to myself), in the form of new running pants. Now all I need are some running sneakers to match 🙂
These are super fun – the squiggles are actually silver.
I was told these look like the 80s threw up on my black pants.
Upon my arrival in Dallas, I was greeted with a sushi dinner (being Friday and Lent and all). It was at a place I’d been to once before, and they were nice enough to let me use my Groupon on a Friday night. I think I have a new favorite sushi spot in Dallas, though only if there’s a deal.
The first picture is missing a few rolls that came later, and yes, you do see two of the same rolls in each photo. They’re hands down my favorites – the black caviar one is called the White Russian…what can I say? I love Anna, I love this sushi roll – I just love my white Russians.
Somehow, despite the weekend being insanely busy, I managed to hit a vintage market (which was actually more of a disappointment – I was hoping for much more. Maybe next year, though) coupled with a home and garden show. I got in trouble for taking photos, but there were some cute little cacti and lovely cards. I also bought some hot pepper-infused jelly. I recommend the blueberry and the jalapeño mint.
Post market, it was such a beautiful day, I wanted to take advantage of the weather and the marginally safer streets, and went for a run outside. When it’s 77 degrees out and winter everywhere else, you’d be a fool to not do something outside. A short 5k around some of Dallas’s main arteries meant that I should probably reward myself. I had wanted to go to a brewery for ages, and finally made it: Deep Ellum Brewing Company. $15 gets you three pints, a souvenir glass, and some prime people watching. And folks, my PSA soapbox comment: Just because you think you are hot stuff and wearing leggings in public does not give you permission to go commando. Especially if the leggings are already stretched tight. That material stretches further when you bend over, and when that material stretches and becomes transparent….ooof. That was NOT a Grand Canyon I wanted to visit.
Dinnertime meant a trip to meet some friends at Chino Chinatown, which was in a fancypants area with lots of restaurants I want to try. It’s a Latin-Asian fusion, and I have just four words for you: Duck. Fat. Fried. Rice. Everything was delicious, but really, that fried rice was divine. To die for. I could go back and eat just that. The drinks were inventive but not terribly strong, so the beers beforehand were helpful. I’m not an alkie, I swear. I just enjoy feeling bubbly 🙂 Good conversation, good food, nice area. I couldn’t really ask for more for my birthday.
Like all good things, weekends come to an end, and unfortunately, so do birthday weekends. I flew back to reality this past Monday, and have been stuck in an office for the last few days. Friday brings about Birthday Weekend, Part 2 in DC, when I head down to see some racing friends. I think I’m pretty lucky – who else gets to have two birthday weekends?