My 27th Birthday was the first birthday Jesse and I spent alone. I actually think it was the least attended birthday party of my whole life and it was perfect. When I was in school, my birthday was during Christmas break, so I always had friends and family with me. The same was true for college. By the time my first birthday in Fargo came, I had already met Jesse. His friends were my friends and everyone likes a good birthday party. We hadn't made friends by the time my first Vegas birthday came, but I had friends come from Pennsylvania, North Dakota, and Texas to help me celebrate. After that, I had two years with good friends. But this year it was just us. On top of that, I didn't have a plan. I didn't know what I wanted to do. Jesse was zero help with his "whatever you want" mantra.
I got up early, and made a grand plan that would have taken us to the Golden Gate Bridge and the Marina. The plan was on hold though, until after a trip to the farmers' market at the Embarcadero. It was the most organized farmers' market I had ever visited, a few of the vendors even took debit / credit cards. There were meats, cheeses, fish, jellies, honey, and of course fresh fruit, vegetables, and spices. There were even tent restaurants, where people had lined up for coffee and pancakes to enjoy while they walked and shopped.
Shopping showed us it was too cold to be on a bridge over water, and Plan A was scraped. Plan B though turned out to be delicious. I made pancakes and we lounged. I read and Jesse started making dinner plans. He took me to Franchino's. It's an intimate Italian restaurant in the neighborhood next door. It's run by a family, with the father greeting guests, the mother making pasta and serving food, and the daughters waitressing. The food was amazing, but Jesse didn't let me take any pictures of it. I also got 0 pipctures of the restaurant, or of me and my beau inside the restaurant. If you come to town though, we'll take you there. If you like Italian food, you'll love Franchino's.
Happy Birthday!
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