Actually, I had a lovely, lovely, lovely birthday. I had a fabulous tango lesson, then I went to my favorite tango party -- Moti's Monday Milongita. I had a simply divine birthday dance (2 1/2 waltzes) with Moti himself, danced almost the whole night with all my favorite fellows, met some really wonderful new friends, got some birthday kisses, and was told by an incredibly good-looking tanguero that I couldn't possibly be older than 35. (He got a kiss and a "bless you my child" for that.) And best of all, I was dancing SO BEAUTIFULLY! And Moti, by chance and serendipity and synchronicity, brought homemade cookies to the Milongita.
Does life get any better than that? I don't think so!!