Sorry for an empty BON this Friday, but I spent all last night celebrating WifeGeeding’s 30th birthday I didn’t have anytime to post.

She and her best friend spent the day at the spa at the Four Seasons, and then I took her out to dinner at III Forks.  For her take on the day, you FaceBook folks can check out her page.

One of the highlights of dinner was when WifeGeeding was asked for her ID – one of many things that made her day.

I’ll share a quick funny I observed at dinner.  For those of you that have dined at III Forks, you will remember that the main dining room is seperated by large glass doors (basically a glass wall), that’s where we ate.  The dining room adjacent to us had a private party.  There was a group of people that walked in that room and one women tried to inconspicuously move behind her group of friends.  She then reached into the back of her very tight designer jeans and started to pull a wedgie out by placing her hand inside her jeans.  She was digging so deap that her elbow was almost in her pants and I would say she spent a good 15-20 seconds adjusting herself.  Here she was trying to avoid any embarassment, and little did she know half of the dining room on my side were cracking up.