Instead, she's planned a trip somewhere for the weekend...just the two of us, which is something we don't do often enough.
But, she won't tell me where we're going.
All she's told me is that we can't be out too late Friday night at happy hour with friends (also for my birthday) because we need to be up at 7 a.m. to drive to the airport.
On my birthday itself, I know that we're going to Cooperage Inn with the usual suspects (Liz, John, Jenn and Al) to celebrate, but I only know that because I picked the restaurant.
I guess I only turn 30 once...so three celebrations seems acceptable, right?