Headed out for the Captain’s birthday, us “Asians” – Captain Bowtie, Skittles, MaG and me.
It was Captain Bowtie’s birthday today so I showed up earlier, at his office, and brought him a card and a little cake. His work had arranged a birthday cake for him, that was nice, and I just happened to arrive right before they presented it to him so I got offered a piece. That wasn’t so nice though. Not nice for my Keto that is. I said no once, perhaps twice, but then gave in when the birthday boy personally asked me. Angel food cake with a bit in devil in it. The sweetness of it gave me a little tummy ache for the subway ride home.
I was suppose to go sparring tonight, at Fight Club, but the birthday boy insisted I join him for dinner.
HIM: Let’s go for dinner together tonight!
ME: I can’t. I have sparring – the Fight Club. .
HIM: Don’t go.
ME: But it’s only once a week and last week I didn’t go because of Florida.
HIM: But I only have one birthday a year.
And just like that I canceled my sparring and decided to join him for dinner.
Dinner for two quickly turned into dinner for 4, with me being the only female so I wasn’t going to complain over that. Sweet. We met up down in the Distillery District and walked around, checking out a few restaurants before we decided to sit down at this overly fancy-pants French place. The place was gorgeous but it seemed way too high class and way too pretty for me. But it wasn’t my choice; it was the birthday boy’s choice. It really didn’t matter where we went though, that wasn’t the point. The point was to celebrate a good friend’s birthday, enjoy each others' company, share some laughs, and that's exactly what we did.
… Then I headed to training after dinner. Got in some solid rounds on the heavy bag.
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