Witches and Drunk Pirates

Yesterday was my 27th Birthday. Aside from the fact that I'm freaking out about my current life status, I had a great weekend. 

I took two whole days off of work, as in not at any of my three jobs. Friday, I started with a massage. I chose a deep tissue massage, which turned out to be quite painful. I was not able to move my shoulders for a few days. Today, I feel so much better. All those tense muscles are gone, but I don't think that I will choose a deep tissue massage again. Essentially, I paid someone to beat me up. 

My family took my to my favorite restaurant at the Royal Pacific Resort, Emeril's Tchoup Chop.  The food was absolutely fantastic. I had the best Seared Tuna Steak of my entire life. Great company and atmosphere too. 

On my real birthday, Saturday, John arranged for us to see Wicked in Tampa.  We got a late start to avoid Gasparilla, which I believe is a parade with pirates. The whole thing is an excuse for college kids to get drunk in the streets and for girls to dress like pirate whores. Fantastic. Driving there was very fun. I literally crossed the river at least 5 times in an attempt to park the car. The musical itself was fantastic. We were in the last row of the theater, but it was great to see the whole picture.  The cast was phenomenal. Great strong performers. 

We drove an hour back and spent the night at the Royal Pacific Resort. I found a combination that nearly killed John. Basically he drank an energy drink, then Nyquil, then had strenuous physical activity and his heart nearly exploded. Poor guy was sick and coughing. I hope I do not get sick.

So overall, a great start to my next revolution around the sun.