After an amazing birthday weekend spanning from wild, wild to super quality time, I was all sorts of overs: overloaded, overwhelmed, overjoyed.  I really couldn’t picture spending the last hours of my birthday doing anything other than…  Appreciating?  Holy mush pot!

I auto-piloted my way to The National’s Alligator album and began my touristy trek through downtown.  The child-sized Boston tee sealed my touristy getup.

In between snapshots, I had a brief moment of panic.  “Is Bamboozle even open for dinner on Mondays??”  A decent amount of cars, flashing christmas lights, and a sidewalk diner indicated yes!

Of my gazillion Bamboozle experiences, this was the first camera accompanied visit.  I couldn’t wait to take pictures of the real thing – the inspiration behind this feast and this feast.

I ordered my staples, read the latest TBT, and was on my way.

An odd birthday ending, it was.  But I enjoyed the solo celebration nonetheless.

Bring it 28!