i turned old(er) yesterday. 28 years old. To mourn my misspent youth, Paul took me for dinner last night for an "official" birthday dinner - not to be confused with the drunken fest that took place this past weekend.
So, here i am being all old and stuff.
We went to a posh South Indian restaurant where they presented us with a giant dosa.
Paul, approving our feast.
Me, attacking the giant dosa.
Our decimated dinner.
After getting word that it was my birthday (and perhaps as such, feeling sorry for me), servers at the restaurant gave me free Cardamom kulfi (Indian ice cream).
Paul and i posing - being all fat and shit.
Afterwards, i started taking pictures of the "underground", which never ceases to entertain me. Paul started getting mad 'cause i was acting all touristy.
But, come on! Look at that thing! That isn't a subway - that's a toy! Sooooo 1970s colour scheme too!