Peter Pan

It's been over a month since the wedding. Wow. And amazingly, life indeed stills goes on after planning it. Who would have thunk it?

My birthday came and went last weekend as I turned 27. Not to sound like the proverbial on-the-cusp-between-Gen X/Y-who-not-only-believes-in-the-quarter-life-crisis-but-now-is-sad-that-the-phase should has past but....ugh. I hope that didn't sound emo. Ah, but it did. Where did the time go? Oh, and the plans for my 10 year high school reunion have officially started per the creator and former ASB president of the group on the Facebook. Yes, I was a member of the talent-optional group known as Student Government. Bah.

No birthday extraganzas this year (the wedding and honeymoon was suffice). Instead, I was treated to a bourgie but tasty breakfast at Pacific Dining Car (the creole benedict was delish). We only go here for the breakfasts -- the decadent and too pricey but still oh so good breakfast. Mr. Jessebel gave me another example of his thoughtfulness by surprising me with a special cake. At the wedding we had a dessert bar that featured 5 different cakes. I (eventually) had a slice from all but one flavor - dulce de leche - and was little disappointed. Yeah, now you know where this is going. The cake was bombsies -- so good that I wanted to eat a piece for a late afternoon treat the following Monday but thanks to CPT, never got a chance to pack myself a slice.

A Sweet Design came through once again.

...so I ate it for breakfast instead. Tee hee.

I hate to partake in the media frenzy, but Michael Jackson's death last week was a huge shock. Seeing MTV playing his music videos, actually, playing any videos was a shock. No reflective post from this so-called blogger cause there are many (and no, I'm not going to link any). However, because the man and I are prone to old people activities like watching the Sunday morning political shows together, here's a quip from This Week with George Stephanopoulos about Jackson as a child musical prodigy that only Michael Eric Dyson could come up with from the top of his head:

"...he [was]seen as a miniature adult wrapped in this, you know, chocolate cherubic face afro halo."

First funny, then sad.