Yesterday was Sean’s 28th birthday. Do you know how hard it is to arrange 28 candles on a sugar-free cupcake? Yeah, neither do I. Because I gave up.

It was a fun day yesterday…and not only because I love it when other people get older. It makes me feel younger…leave me be, my self-esteem needs this. It was fun mostly because Sean did not have a complete nervous breakdown as I did on my birthday. But just you wait, mister–your 30th will be a bad day, I’m sure.

We began the day opening gifts at his favorite diner for breakfast. Then we headed uptown and joined the raffle to get $20 Ave Q tickets. We didn’t win. But luckily, they had a deal going for $30 tickets. So we got those and saw the hilarious show that I intend to one day be in. After we bought our tickets we had over an hour before the show started, so we walked around uptown and eventually came upon Rockefeller Center, up where we used to live before moving to the awful part of Brooklyn that shall not be named. Nostalgia set in and we stood at the railing holding our cups of coffee, watching tourists and families ice skate below us. I turned to Sean, a content smile on my face and said: This reminds me of Serendipity.

Him: You mean the John Cusack movie?

I nodded.

Him: The horrible, cheesy Cusack movie about destiny and fate?

Me: Er….yeah?

And right about now is where Sean would usually tell me how much my taste in movies sucks and drag me away from the scene so to avoid promoting any further terrible film choices. But today, on this 28th birthday, he simply shook his head and smiled.

Him: Yeah, I guess it is similar to a scene or two.

And then he took one glove out of his pocket and tossed it in my direction.

(it only makes sense if you’ve seen the movie)