You've Had a Birthday, Shout 'Hooray!'

Somebody turned 23 this last week. No, it wasn't me. I think you can guess who it was. Yep, it was this guy:

To make up for having his birthday land in the middle of finals, we celebrated as robustly as possible–we sang to him at Olive Garden, and later that night we threw him a Western-themed party. Because come on, what boy hasn't wanted to ride off into a John Wayne movie at least once in his life?

His mamacita was kind enough to give me the recipe for one of his favorite desserts, pudding cake. Or as he calls it, "the cake that magically makes its own sauce on the bottom". Yeah, try calling someone and asking for THAT recipe. :) We tried to put the candles in a little too early, and they melted. It was kind of sad. So we put them in a tupperware full of Western-looking pebbles instead.

Lots of fun! Happy birthday, Eric!

Love,

me