I am one year older today. Twenty-six, to be precise. That’s another year closer to thirty, another year further away from whimsy and closer to wrinkles, I suppose (yeah, right, like I’ll ever stop being whimsical).

Given the wealth of stuff I did for my birthday weekend, I’m going to keep this short, sweet, and in list format. I present you with my birthday weekend:

1. On Friday, my co-workers surprised me with a beautiful cake (which was photographed, but only on Priscilla’s iPhone - yes, Priscilla, I’m blogging about you!)
2. On Friday night, I attended the Berkman@10 gala (would’ve taken pictures, but my battery was dead), which was both informative and entertaining and mostly made me wish I’d been able to attend the rest of the conference.
3. On Saturday, I treated myself to a mani/pedi - and at $30, it was hardly treating myself!
4. On Satuday evening, I had a party with Priscilla (there’s your name again, lovely) - Renata took the photos, and she’s still en route to Guatemala, so we’ll wait with bated breath for those.
5. Then today, I hung out like a tourist around Fanueil Hall with Hamza and the fam. Some evidence:

By the way, that second one was at Dick’s Last Resort - they made me wear the hat.  It had balloons at the top.