Successful failure

So my day started great. It was 65, sunny and Noho was indeed bumping. I drove back home to Woodstock only to find no birthday party. It was more funny than wierd my parent's would forget my birthday was this week. We decided next weekend would be better for a party, anyway.

If I can't find a birthday date for Tuesday, Emilie has graciously agreed to take me out. I have a feeling, though, it will be OK. Between Kurt and Mary Alice and Tam, someone will take care of me.

To steal a little from Colleen's blog:

Current Mood: Perplexed, happy, full (of carrots, hummus and diet coke) and wicked tired.