The best thing about my birthdays as I've gotten older is that the celebration is never contained to just one day. My friends have jobs and families and other obligations, so we might celebrate any time within two or three weeks of the actual day.
The celebration continued this evening when I met one of my friends at a Mexican restaurant I like a lot. Our server saw the gift bag on the table and asked if it was my birthday. I said yes, and she wished me a happy day.
And I wrongly thought that was the end of it!
Because then THIS happened!
I've taken very few self-portraits, but how could I resist with this thing on my head?!