Happy Birthday to me

My birthday is on Monday, and Rachel went to extravagant lengths to get me the perfect gift: she booked me a suite for the weekend at a hotel in Emeryville, just for me. It's right across from the Bay Street movie theatres, and has an expansive view of the Bay and its freeways. It's an oasis of calm that's mine for another 27 hours and counting. Rachel and I had dinner last night at Bay Street, and then passed out here around 9:30. This morning, she went home to take care of the kids, and suddenly I'm on vacation.

Going to see Iron Man at 11:45.