Birthday

I marked my 36th birthday on Saturday November 8th. It was the nicest birthday I can remember in a very long time.

It helped that it was a Saturday, as usually I am at work on my birthday and am lucky most years to get in a rushed dinner afterwards. This year, J. flew in from Montreal the night before, and we started the festivities that evening with seeing Feist play a fun show at the Metro Centre. Saturday morning, I breakfasted like a queen on blueberry pancakes and Mimosas, courtesy of A., before heading over the road for a manicure. By the time I got back, J. was ready to go and we had hours of pootling around the shops at the Hydrostone and in some of the antiques emporia on Agricola Street.

By late afternoon, we headed downtown in good time for our appointments at Spirit Spa, where I was scrubbed and slathered in mud before being wrapped in plastic and left to stew for a bit, whilst an aesthetician administered a scalp massage.....aaaaaaahhhhh. By the time I regained consciousness, it was time to head home, get dolled up, and go down to Gio, a fantastic new resto at the Prince George Hotel. The consensus was that it was our best dining experience in Halifax to date. Champagne was sent to our table on arrival by a member of staff, an (apparently very satisfied) client of A.'s. I ate elk for the first time, and for dessert they served up cherries (my favourite fruit) in multiple ways. Oh, and the wine was fabulous, and I tried some scrummy pear cider. Just a great evening all round, and a fitting end to a very indulgent day.