Bueller.... Bueller.....

August is my favorite month.  It's the peak of summer, the weather is always perfect and sunny, on a calender it gets the best picture (in my opinion, as least - my calender right now captures Venetian gondolas parked of Piazza San Marco on a drizzly dusk... which just happens to be one of my fondest memories of Italy), and my most favorite reason: it's full of birthdays in my family.  My Mom's, my Dad's, and Mine.  Even though his birthday is in November, Gannon also calls August his favorite month because that's when my birthday lands, which I think is sweet - but pushing it a little as far as believability.  

My birthday happens to be this Friday, August 14 and I will be 26 years old.  A lowbrow year in comparison to my 25th birthday, which may I just say kicked butt as far as birthdays go.  My brother and sister came out to South Beach from Cali for an epic weekend extravaganza and lots of great friends joined me at the Shore Club for my 25th Birthday Silver Party.  Epic, actually is an understatement.  I mean, I wore this silver dress covered in sequins, went to a hot club with fabulous friends, and holy monkey you should have seen the size of my cake.  (Wow, I apologize for just sounding like I belong on that horrific program "My Sweet - and completely inappropriate for such a spoiled brat who will never be satisfied with anything in life unless it's delivered to her in a 2011 Bentley laden with pure platinum - 16".  But seriously, it was SWEET.)

Anyways, with my sis just getting married and my bro having way more of a life that I do - they're staying on their side of America this year.  And can I please reinforce that fact that though I will miss them, I completely understand and do not love them any less because they're staying in California for trivial reasons like, oh I don't know - a new husband or an exceptional job.  That's a joke. But if you don't send a gift, well lets just say you should expect a swarm of locusts heading in your general direction.

Aaaaaaaaaanyways, of course Gannon is on call Thursday, and thus, will be post-call on Friday. Meaning that he'll get off earlier than usual (which was a sweet reason for him to keep his call on Thursday) I have no idea when he'll get off of work and when he does I won't blame him for wanting to sleep until dinnertime.  Let's be clear though, that just cause I won't blame him for wanting to doesn't mean I'll let him.  It's my birthday and we'll start our registry if I want to.

So.  As I am semi-funemployed,* I have a free morning on Friday to spend with me, myself, and I.   That is, of course, unless someone else equally free Friday AM would like to join me for perhaps some breakfast at News Cafe** and some beach time.  

Anyone......... Anyone........... ?

*Wait, what's that you say? "Semi- funemployed"?  Like, you're not totally jobless and simply think about your wedding and what to write on this blog all day? You actually have a job that pays you?  Well, YES, as a matter of fact I do.  And I'll tell you more about it after I switch out my laundry, make some muffins, clean my room, watch Anthony Bourdain on the Travel Channel, and go to the gym... It's a busy day, OK!?!

**Why does the News Cafe website play the Wedding March?