My actual birthday consisted of working (hanging out with farmers all day) and then heading out with two of my co-workers to drink copious amounts of wine at a waterfall.
The day after my birthday consisted of being hungover, checking out a museum (part of my job) with my two best friends and then heading to my hometown for a birthday supper and then drinks with friends and family. All of my loves were there and it truly was the most magical night.
Saturday then consisted to heading to #yyc, my old home city to help a friend find a place to live, shop for records and roam around. Headed to a pub for supper with a co-worker and then I checked into my downtown hotel. Met up with my partner in crime shortly after to do some drinks and dancing at a tiki room called Bamboo that plays strickly soul.
Sunday I headed back to my hometown and then to a family celebration to say goodbye to my sister who is moving away to Vancouver. Somehow I made it through the day without crying until I got into my car and was driving home towards Twin Peaks (I mean my new mountain digs).
Who could ask for a better birthday weekend than that? All I wish is that I had some photos to remember these majestic days that I will never get to relive. The stars aligned on the correct weekend and I am truly grateful.
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