Yes, this past Saturday was my Birthday... the 15th;

--So I had been waiting for this weekend for... well all week long I guess. I mean my week had been sub-par, my back has been hurting, and I kind of did less than desirable on my Psych test. I needed a weekend, and it needed to be great.
     My weekend was perfect.
     Friday I got done with work early so Jordan and I decided that it would be brilliant to watch Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds. Turns out that it is just as frightening as I remembered. I'm still having nightmares, I don't know about Jordan.
     Saturday was my Birthday. And I let pretty much everyone I came in contact with know that fact. My day started off early, like 7:30 early, and off to the Flea market I went with Kristin and my Mother.  It was at this great place in South Salt Lake called Abode. I spent more than I should have but I got a really great National Geographic from 1943, some serious Doris Day hats, and a really great print for a picture frame that needed exactly that. I also had to stop at the house that I spent the very first year of my life and take a picture, for sentimental reasons. On our way home we stopped and ate at my all-time favorite restaurant Settebello, and since it was my Birthday, I got free San Pellegrino.
     Around 3:00 some of my friends had me over and we enjoyed some cake, which was great because my mom told me that she wasn't going to make me one this year. After that little get-together, Jordan and I went to a used book store and got some pretty great books before we left to our concert where we got to see Drew Danburry. I stood 4 feet from him while he played. He is one of the coolest people that I have ever come in contact with. Since we chatted with him after, he gave us CD's... for free. Not just because it was my birthday, but because he's that cool. Yes the venue was... sketchy, but the music was delightful.
    It's always tough when amazing weekends come to a close, and Mondays come back around. Good thing I took pictures.