2006-02-04 - 3:36 p.m.

More change is afoot. Erik and I are talking about moving to L.A. We’ll probably wait until he’s been at the new job for a while, but I am already all over Craigslist and Westside Rentals and what have you. I have mixed emotions about a move. We’re madly in love with our apartment. It’s big and bright, and we’ve spent a lot of time making it our home. Plus, all our friends live within a two-mile radius. Long Beach is a good place, and even though L.A. is only 20 or 30 minutes away, it might as well be a different country. People do not come visit. I remember this from having lived in L.A. for 10 months once upon a time. It was a lonely life up there. Of course, now I have my law school friends, but they’re not the same as normal friends. I love our friends so much, we might just stay here to stay close to everyone. I’m not going to worry about it for a while.

Tonight is a birthday party for Erik at EJ’s. Yay! He’s turning 35. Can you believe that sh*t? I have a very special secret birthday getaway planned for next weekend, although I suspect a friend drunkenly revealed the secret destination to Erik last week. Damn drunken friends! When I was grilling Erik to see if he knew, he swore he didn't. He even vowed to slash his car’s tires if he was lying. I hope he’s not lying because it will be a serious pain in the ass to get four new tires for the Death Star.

Last night, our friend Mr. Balmer surprised us and brought over a cake he’d baked from scratch. He put candles on it, and the two of us sang Happy Birthday to Erik in a very weird key. Then we all drank scotch and talked about the future and the past. I don’t know what’s cuter: the fact that Mr. Balmer baked Erik a cake or that he brought it in a deluxe Tupperware cake transporter.

Now I must go pick up the cake for this evening. I ordered a cake from a fancy bakery because I’m a doggone lousy wife. In my defense, I have an obnoxious paper due Monday morning, so I have no time to bake. Honest!

 

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