Cheers to Sixty-Three, B

Matthew and I took B out in the Castro to celebrate his latest trip around the sun tonight. Our first stop was Canela where the three of us gabbed and giggled while mainlining sangria and tapas. After that we hauled our slop-show to Botellón for post-dinner drinks. Now we're in a Lyft and B's regretting that third rosé slushie which means he had a v. good birthgay.