5 years: Indulged in greasy pizza and glittery prizes at Chuck E. Cheese. 10 years: Opened my best present yet: a set of Pogs (not to be confused with Pugs). 15 years: Celebrated with a murder mystery party. Don’t ask. And mom and dad – thanks. 20 years: Was serenaded with “Happy Birthday” by the staff at Buca di Beppo… in the ladies’ room. Yes, they came in and found me. 25 years: See year 1. You might be wondering why a goat cheese salad (even if it is completely delicious) on my birthday? And you shall find out tomorrow! No reviews
