The last summer of my 30s

This is the last summer of my thirties. I will be 40 when the next labor day occurs. My mother asked me what I wanted for my birthday. Last year, when my older brother turned 40, Mom and I went to visit him in Hawaii and she spent an awful lot of money on him. She decided that it would be only fair to do something rather big for my birthday. Her ideas were all stuff-based. She wanted to help me out with material things. I thought about it for a while. I didn't want stuff. I want experiences.

So this summer, I travel. I go places. I do things. I close out my thirties this way. School was officially over on a Saturday this year. We had to do a day on the weekend to make up for a snow day. So, yesterday was a Monday. My first day of summer. I slept late, made an unnecessarily elaborate breakfast and sat down to do a little bit of work I had wanted to accomplish. I went out on a double date after that. It was exactly one month since my first date with Cas. He's pretty fantastic.

Cas and I marked the occasion of one month since our first date yesterday with a nice, sparkly bottle of Prosecco. He brought it to my house, and we had it after our date.

Today, we get our team together to see if we can achieve victory in pub trivia for the second week in a row. Here's last week's winning team: