Last night we went out to celebrate my 30th birthday. So if you saw a huge pregnant woman holding court in the East Village, that was probably me.The bar I chose includes your very own personal pizza with every bar purchase. We ate a lot of pizza. A lot. It actually wasn't half bad.
Future Papa tried to perk himself up with Red Bulls, and by the time he'd finished his fourth one, he was pretty wired.
We started the party early, so we were able to get a nice spot for ourselves. Friends floated in and out throughout the evening, and we called it a night around 11:30 -- normal starting time for a birthday outing in past years, but this was no ordinary year.
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