Last week I turned 32. On the one hand, birthdays have never been a big deal for me in terms of “OMG, I’m already XY years old“ (except for my 16th and 18th birthdays, which were the days I was finally allowed to drive a moped/ car).
They are big deals when it comes to getting excited about having my very special day, however.
This year, my birthday was especially memorable: at work I was hugged and kissed and even given presents and sung “Happy Birthday“ to and was also allowed to leave early and skip the otherwise compulsory workshop at night.
My Facebook wall was plastered with countless birthday messages, making me feel ever the more special.
At home, Mr A had turned one of our dinner chairs into a throne for his princess, bought a piece of our favourite vegan carrot cake at Maran Vegan and even found a candle that plays “Happy birthday” (see videos linked).
And that was even before our second memorable dinner at Tian.
Mr A went beyond anything I may have sanely expected and bought me a beautiful infinity ring from New One, which is probably the most perfect gift I’ve ever received from a boyfriend (together with the equally wonderful infinity necklace from the same collection he gave me for Christmas). As it was slightly too big and the new ring is still being made, I cannot yet show it here. However, be certain that I will, once it’s in my hands or much rather on my hand.
Since a day is not nearly enough for a birthday, Mr A and I always plan „birthday weekends“ for each other: On Saturday, he took me to Neusiedler See for a walk in the National Park near Illmitz (which we cut short due to the hefty gale) and a coffee at Podersdorf (which didn’t happen because we – just like others – weren’t served by the obviously overexerted staff), neither of which I much minded, simply enjoying being driven around, taking in the beautiful landscape.
On Sunday, we had breakfast at Ströck Feierabend, then walked through the 3rd district to KunstHausWien for the Andreas H. Bitesnich exhibition „25 Years of Photography“. Ever since I saw his „Nudes“ for the first time, I’ve been a huge fan of his to me extremely aesthetically appealing photos. Not only are his nudes perfectly orchestrated, also his travel and street photography moves something within me. There was not a single picture in the whole collection that didn’t strike a chord or another. I am far from being a connoisseur of art – be it music, visual art, dancing, acting or similar. Either I like something or I don’t. His art – as well as how he talks about it in interviews – I like. A lot.
This wasn’t it, however. There was also a dinner at a friend’s place yesterday, a day at St. Martins Therme with my best friend today and the whole family thing is going to happen tomorrow.
Who said a birthday couldn’t be celebrated for the rest of the month?