I turned 27 on Saturday. Yea me. D.J. and I had planned on going to Tokyo that day, but it was cold and rainy so we put it off until Sunday. Instead we went to a pizzeria down on Zushi beach. I love that place. My favorite pizza there is sauceless with just cheese, prosciutto and rocket. It’s oven fired and oh so good. The rest of the day we just spent cuddled on the couch and vegging. Then Sunday morning I was minding my own business and sleeping when out of nowhere Zorro nails me right in the face. Um..he’s a cat. Why am I being punched in the face at 6:30 in the morning? He got me right in the mouth and split my bottom lip. I don’t know exactly how he did it, but when I opened my eyes, he had one arm stretched out at me and was staring straight at me like, “Oh hello, mum..you’re awake. Good. Is it breakfast time?”

After the football game, D.J. and I headed for Asakusa. I wanted to get more daruma dolls and to get a good Italian dinner. Asakusa was PACKED. Oh my god. I know Tokyo is usually crowded, but it was truly crazy. We wandered the streets exploring for awhile and later ended up in Roppongi. We never found Italian that didn’t have the exquisite influence of the Japanese (what, with their delicious addition of hot dogs to spicy pasta) so we ended up in Tokyo midtown. It’s an expensive part of town (the mall is attached to the Tokyo Ritz Carlton) and got Indian instead. It was gourmet Indian. And I honestly prefer our T-Side, but it was good. We even stopped and bought some wine and other goodies at the Dean & Deluca. I had been a little upset that I didn’t get a cake or anything this year, but while we were at the gourmet shop, D.J. picked this up. Made me feel all better.