They say it's your birthday...

It's my birthday too!

That's right... another year older, and hopefully wiser, but I suppose only time will tell with that one :)

So far, 27 is treating me well...

I got to spend Friday with the hubster, Miss C and Mr. D, three of my most favorite people in all of the land. We traipsed around Bethesda til the wee hours, and literally left the bar with our ears ringing.

Saturday was quite an interesting day– it started with Netflix and then progressed to getting up and getting out so as not to waste the entire day. I was instructed to grab my camera, and told I could wear a t-shirt and jeans to dinner (awesome). We set out around 3:30 and drove on some back roads through the MD countryside. Before long we were in PA, which isn't unusual for how close we live to border— but by that point, my spidey senses were tingling and I was pretty sure the Mister was up to something.

After about another 30 minutes of the scenic route, it dawned on me where we could possibly be going... rewind to Philly Weekend... the first night we were there, a few of us hit up Geno's for an authentic cheesesteak. The name, glitz and glam of Geno's were just undeniable. All the while, competitor Pat's King of Steaks was across the street with noticeably less pizzazz. After we came home, I saw a Travel Channel showdown on Pat's and realized it's THE original cheesesteak place. How in the world did I NOT know that?! Needless to say, I was disappointed in my serious faux pas... so I've been ruminating on this whole Pat's thing since then.

And don't you know it— that's exactly where we ended up!

And yes, how appropriate that I was wearing my Jucy Lucy shirt while I was scarfing Pat's and cheeeeese fries!

Sunday was a much less eventful day, although we did finally venture in to a bakery/deli we've meaning to check out. Turns out it's the very same bakery I've been RAVING about that's catered a bunch of events I've been to over the past few months. What luck! Although now that we've unleashed this little beast, I'm sure we'll be buying larger pants before long (womp womp)!

Oh Royal Bakery, how I love you.

As I type, a very perplexed man (Amwilli) is making me a birthday meal... right about now he's stomping around the apartment searching furiously for the recipe or his keys or both. OK, he just stormed out the door on a mission.

I'll definitely have photos of this sure-to-be-lovely birthday meal :)