happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me...

On my birthday eve Kent and I decided to drive up to Park City to spend the day together - but really to see if we could run into any celebrities, since the Sundance Film Festival is currently going on.

This is the closest we got to POSSIBLY seeing a celeb. Kent says that celebrities DO NOT ride around in stretched Escalade limos - only teenagers going to prom. I say, let me believe I practically saw a celeb.

Dinner @ Loco Lizard

Main St.

At midnight we went to the gas station to celebrate! All I wanted was a maple donut. Yes, I am in my sweats. Teal $2 Walmart sweats to be exact.

Any excuse to make a wish. Round 1 of Kent singing Happy Birthday solo. Yes, that is a votive candle - all we had.

After said midnight snack, Kent suggested putting on my favorite movie for me, Steel Magnolias. He dragged the mattress out into the living room for me and started my movie. He hates this movie... evidence of how sweet he was being.

Birthday morning = favorite breakfast "Puffy Oven Pancake"

Birth day = spent relaxing and hanging out at home with this guy (he is building a lego rocket my mom gave him:)

He surprised me with a chocolate Nothing Bundt Cake (Round 2 of Kent singing solo)...

and a vintage locket necklace I had seen a few weeks ago!

"It's my birthday" worked for all sorts of requests... poor Kent.

We went to an afternoon movie, Tintin.

Crazy amazing animation.

And then concluded the evening with these yahoos @ Pizzeria 712.

This seems like more of a post recognizing how nice Kent is. Yeah yeah, I'm the luckiest. I know. I really am.

Twenty-seven doesn't feel much different.... Maybe because for the last year I have been so bummed out that I am "almost 27" that I just convinced myself that I was practically 30. So 27 feels pretty great.