My birthday fell on a Sunday. I had been telling everyone I didn't feel like eating cakes and everyone had complied, from my family to my friends. I couldn't escape the lunches and dinners though. And that's ok. I love food. And the food is enjoyed best when shared in my opinion. So when my friend invited me to dinner on Monday, I first finished work, then did train quite hard, and was finally ready to enjoy some food at 8:45 pm. As it was rather late and most restaurants close their kitchens around midnight, nothing to do with Cinderella nor her pumpkin/coach, we decided to go to Sô, which wasn't located very far from where we were meeting. We both didn't feel like eating too much and shared the meal.
