Ignore the poster of intestines and the bottles of malaria meds in the background. The swanky martini bar was booked so my Birthday Bash was thrown at one of the Army's medical clinics and, I gotta say, those Army docs really know how to host a birthday party! Considering I am in Afghanistan - the land of "no sex, drugs or rock-n-roll" ... not to mention "no family, good restaurants or day spas"- I had a surprisingly awesome birthday.
Yeah, so my gifts were presented in bed pans (i'm assured "new, not used" but, hey, what else are they gonna say?) with turnicut bows and high-lighter colored name tags. Yeah, so my birthday cake was stolen from the chow hall and tasted a little bit like Afghanistan dust by the time it got to the clinic. Trivial insignificalities. I had fun and, when it was all said and done, I turned 36 surrounded by lottsa well-wishers who are pro's at making "a-million-miles-from" feel like home.
2 comments:
girl, i can't wait to get you home and fatten you up a bit on some real cake and ice cream and martinis! Glad you had a great birthday. But, get home please!
love, jilly
U look marvelous for "36"! No really, "you look like your mother!"
Bedpans make wonderful gifts! :)
Your friends are so smart!!! And generous! ;)
Loving you so much and wishing I were there to share your special day! In my heart "big kid"!
Always :)
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