Michael took me to The Winchester Mystery House for my birthday. Lots of cool pictures coming soon.
Afterwards, we had lunch at Chevy’s, where I was accosted by a band of crazed waiters, who threw a sombrero on my head, tossed a dessert in front of me, and yelled something that was probably, “Happy Birthday,” but sounded more like, “Run away now! While you still can!”
The best part of the day was that I got to drive Donna’s car! The worst part was turning 37. Something about that is just wrong, I think.