The Big Lebowski

So earlier this month (April 18th) I turned the big 23. I know 23 still means infant to some people, but as a kid I always thought that the day I turned 23 would be the day I was officially an adult. My mom got married when she was 23 and then a few months later "whoopsies!" found out that she was pregnant with my oldest brother. That's a lot of life experience packed into one age.

Anywho, I literally had the perfect birthday. Well...what did I do?

1. I did nothing all during the day
2. I didn't put pants on until 3 pm
3. I put pants on when my friend Stacey came by with her adorable babe and 3 packs of Sour punch straws and a balloon
4. I watched like 4 hours of Gilmore Girls and Psych
5. I did not let myself feel guilty about not working/working out/putting on pants/doing anything productive

I know that if my 18 year old self saw that my 23 year old self posted how great it was to do nothing on my b-day she would punch me in the face. Seriously. I usually like to have birthdays that are jam packed with all of my favorite things to do. So it must be pregnancy.

My pregnancy also revolved around the gifts that Cam gave me. He asked a few weeks prior what I wanted/wanted to do for my day and I said that all I wanted was a bad a steak and chocolate cake. He totally went above and beyond. I woke up to a Nordstrom gift card (so I can buy myself cute shoes) and a really sweet letter that made me cry (preggers.) Then he got off work early and surprised me with a reservation at the best restaurant in the world.

The restaurant is called Mastro's and it's in Beverly Hills. I didn't know if anyone knew what it was...but every person I've said the word Mastro's to has started screaming about the divinity of this restaurant. This place is totally beautiful. I'm going to sound podunk but there were different waiters to help me into my seat, put my napkin on my lap, pour my water, take my orders etc. Real high class. But most importantly they all told me how beautiful I looked as a pregnant woman. Awesome. That is a sure fire way to get an awesome tip.

So, Cam pulled out all the stops and we gorged ourselves on the seafood platter (I'm in love with lobster now) and had some of the best steaks in the world. Look, I'm about to rant about a steak, and even this rant cannot describe how freak nasty awesome it was. The first bite I took the steak was so good, so divine, so heavenly that I wanted to scream at it. And whenever I eat red meat I feel like I can go fight crime now. It was pretty much food pornography for me--if that makes sense. We finished the meal with a piece of chocolate cake that said "Happy Birthday Katie" on it.

Lets be honest...this is the most unflattering picture of me ever. But you can tell how excited my double chin was to jump into that cake.

Oh, if you were wondering, the cake was also so good that I wanted to scream obscenities at it.

Then we finished up the night by taking off my heels, getting into my big-gal sweat pants and falling asleep on the couch. It was the most perfect birthday I've ever had.

Oh! and the weekend before a really awesome co-worker of Cam's let us borrow his beach cruisers and ride around Santa Monica and on down past Venice beach. I felt amazing but got really sweaty. Cam got a new pair of sunglasses in Venice. I also saw a homeless man holding 3 joints in his hand--it was only 10 am.

Kind've a belly shot if you look close enough. But if you miss it, then I look like I'm riding my bike to my first day of kindergarten

It felt so good to get some really fresh ocean air and be out and exercising for a couple of hours at a time. But...literally the last 5 minutes of the ride I just pooped out and kept repeating "I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't do it." Cam had us hop off and just walk the bikes back to the apartment. Power of positive thinking folks. Or maybe just the power of Cameron's foresight.