I was supposed to have dinner at Flemings tonight. There was supposed to be medium rare filet in my belly at this very moment.
Our reservation was at 5:30pm. At 3:30pm, I decided to cancel it.
For whatever reason, I felt the need to have cheap Mexican food instead of ridiculously expensive and delicious steak. Don’t ask. I’m not sure why either, but somewhere in the middle of coupons for birthday freebies, spending gift card money, and making this day my b*tch, I stopped wanting steak. I stopped wanting expensive red wine and top-notch service by a waiter named Gregory (If you’re ever at Flemings in Birmingham, AL, ask for him. He’s great!).
I had a two-hour layover between shopping and dinner and in that recoup time, I decided I just wanted less fussy. After chasing the bar scene in Birmingham last night from one overcrowded fire marshall nightmare to the next, and proof that the parking gods were against us, we ended the evening with a macchiato and a smile.
Someone tell me this doesn’t mean I’m getting old. After all, it was just 3 short years ago that I ended the night hanging out the window, screaming at the top of my lungs to all of Homewood that I was the “Un-Thirty!”.
Maybe this year was just a year off from the crazies. Just a year to take a step back and decide that you’d take cheap Mexican food over Flemings. Besides, Flemings doesn’t bring a giant sombrero to your table, accompanied by a cheap tequila shot…
Monday is going to come early tomorrow. Time to set those 33 year goals! 😉
Thanks everyone for the birthday love. Next year, let’s do it up big!
P.S. If you’re ever in need of Mexican food on the fly in Birmingham, go to Acapulco off Green Springs Hwy in Homewood. Ask for either Frida or Esmeralda, and order a grande house margarita & the bacon fajitas (sarapes), then tip big.