for all the birthday wishes. I had a great weekend: time alone, time with dear friends, and time with loved ones. All that and a neighbor thought I was turning 34 (just add nine). What more could a girl ask for?
The only blip in my lovely weekend was that the Tarheels choked and lost to Georgetown in overtime. My girl was despondent–crying on my shoulder at Asheville Pizza Company. And yes, we ate pizza for dinner. But it was good pizza–the Sheer Delight, which is a yum concoction of pesto, portobello shrooms, walnuts, and gorgonzola cheese. And we got basketball and micro-brewed beer with the za.
Plus, S.C. might be coming to town in a couple of weeks, and he’s promised to feed me Indian food.
