The Final Birthday Post... until next year

I've been 25 for a week now. This statement alone SHOULD scare the living daylights out of me but for some reason, right now, I'm content. Good lord, I might even be happy where I am right now.

...that or I'm still full from my belated birthday dinner. Actually, get rid of the or, I'm definitely just still full and content from last night's dinner.

Back story: Boyfriend decided that he would make me dinner along with the traditional pretty, glittery thing:

This is not the actual necklace but it's close enough

Now, when he told me a week ago that a home cooked meal was part of this birthday deal I was sort of confused - see, boyfriend cooks all the time - and it's not mac-n-cheese cooking (well, sometimes it is but thats because mac-n-cheese is one of my favorite foods ever). It's usually something all healthy like salmon with mashed potatoes and asparagus.

Anyways, my confusion was thrown out the window last night when we met in Union Square. Belated birthday dinner was going to be something that I've never had and have always wanted to try but not for the amount of money it costs.

Oh, cheesy, gooey, goodness!

FONDUE! Sooooo good. I mean, I think I always knew that bits of bread, apple, and pear dipped melted cheese would be delicious but I never knew it would be THAT good. Whoa on the food coma later on in the night.

And whoa on the effort that the cheesy pot of heaven took. Seriously - the preparation alone included a special shopping trip to the fancy cheese store... where, apparently, the staff knows nothing about making fondue. One staff member did have a tip however: "don't make it for a date. Fondue doesn't really lead to your desired... after dinner activities because you're all gassy." Uhh, thanks man at the fancy cheese store.

After belated birthday dinner I got belated birthday massage while watching the Mythbusters Supersized Special (we're such nerds).

And then we had fondue sex.
(The man at the cheese store would have been so proud of Boyfriend.)