When one has only one night left to be in their thirties, what should one do with it?
Well, some people might go bungee jumping. Others might take up tap dancing.
Well, it only seemed appropriate with all of the whining to go eat some raw meat and snails. Worms, you see, were not on the menu.
Filet mignon tartare, lobster ravioli with beurre blanc, escargot with potato foam (and a cage made out of crispy potato!), kobe ribeye and more were on the menu!
And it was good.
I smiled. I laughed. We left the children at home with Grammy and Grampy. Eric and I got to eat and entire 8 course meal without anyone trying to scramble into our laps and grunt "Ehn! Ehn!" at us while desperately gesturing at something that wasn't right in the toddler universe.
It was heavenly!
Now I must say Adieu! to my thirties as I head off into this new world of my...my...forties.
Hopefully the food will be good there.