a recount

After a proper wake-up I was served ice cold chocolate milk by some handsome young stud. It was then time to refresh myself for the day and head out to enjoy the sunshine of Buenos Aires on a sunny December day. My favorite jeans and I were off to see what we could see, when suddenly a young gentlemen in the street greeted me with a flower. Nice :) We went to lunch and I got a job offer shortly thereafter. To celebrate I went to get a chocolate covered strawberry and my nails done for the night which awaited me. But first I would go to the beach to catch the last of the days rays, listen to the waves crashing onto the shore nearby, and see the sun fall into the water. Mr. Right picked me up for dinner complete with live music where they played "Angie" for me and we ate the best steak and drank the best wine in all of Argentina. After recovering from the best meal ever, Mr. Right took me to the roof of one of the central buildings in Buenos Aires. Here, I was greeted with 20 of my closest friends- overlooking the lit up city. Complete with the best birthday cake in the world, a pool, full bar and mini-golf, everyone had a grand time. My birthday was fabulous, from start to finish... now I`m 26.

... what really happened.
After a proper wake-up I got up and poured myself an ice cold glass of chocolate milk. I must have been glowing with "its my birthday" because I got plenty of nice compliments on my 4 block walk to my first Spanish class. My parents called to sing all 5 verses of the happy birthday song which made me feel right at home. For lunch I splurged and made sloppy joes. I LOVE SLOPPY JOES! And although I live in the Jewish neighborhood with plenty of kosher stores, I couldn`t find any dill pickles. Is it weird that when I think kosher, I think pickles? Can`t help it. After lunch I decided to check out a job near casa rosada (where Evita sang "don`t cry for me argentina") but it was already filled, so I proceeded to a nearby park. There I found a spot next to some long haired dude playing his guitar. I soaked up some rays while reading a sleezy sex magazine brought by my company a couple weeks ago. Back home I indulged in the chocolate covered strawberries that I had made the previous night. They were/are SO good! Just then Negro came home with the most fabulous cake- better than the one I had pictured from the Hornitos bakery in Bogota. I must have dropped enough hints about the dark chocolate strawberry thing because it was loaded with everything mouth-watering. Truly the best birthday cake I`ve ever tasted. 3 layers of chocolate cake with dulce de leche in between the bottom layers (dulce de leche is a special thing here... it tastes almost like a soft caramel, but in fact its only milk that has been heated over the course of hours and hours to get it to the perfect, sweet, brown consistency) The next layer had fresh strawberries and creme... mmmmm.. and of course the thing was covered with dark chocolate. oh, just thinking about it, I can`t wait to go home and have a piece. So, great cake- it was the first time that I could enjoy fresh strawberries on my birthday. After the cake fiasco, I had a meaningful chat with a good friend and made him smile- a very good feeling. Then I was taken by 4 gentlemen in a car to Bellagamba, a food and spirit place. There I met with Neil and Kathleen, 2 friends from Caracas, and some of their friends of the moment. I had a big table full of people enjoying themselves and singing happy birthday to me in Spanish :) My birthday was fabulous, from start to finish- a proper start and finish... and everything in between was birthdaylicious too!