Birthday Dinner

Friday (January 14th) was my 28th birthday! Only two years until I hit the big 3-0, although I really couldn't care less. If I haven't already mentioned it, the Mister is significantly older than I am and every single last person we associate with is probably at least 40. I am used to being the baby, my brother is 9 years older than me, and I always looked forward to growing up. The funniest thing is: I don't really feel like a grown up. I kinda still feel like I'm playing house. Oh, and I got carded today at lunch! (I didn't work today and the Mr. and I went antiquing.)

Anyway, my parents take us out to dinner for our birthdays every year and this year I decided we should check out Sanctuaria. Joi blogged about it months ago and I've been wanting to check it out.

When you first walk in the door these awesome chandeliers hang above the waiting/lounge area:

Pardon the terrible pics, please.

These guys hung out above the doorway near our table:

I am in love with them and I want them. They would be just perfect for above the bookshelves in our bedroom. Do you think I can call the manager and ask where they got them? Can you see their precious little angel wings?

This guy hung above the doorway to one of the bathrooms:

There is a store in Saint Louis called Gringo Jones and they have all kinds of awesome Mexican paraphernalia. I have a little pink pig from there that is in the same style as this guy.

I could live in this place. Seriously. The decor totally reminded me of my ex's house, which I desperately wish I had pictures of.

These masks are awesome:

It was REALLY dark in there.

 

 

I have masks like these, which I brought back from Puerto Rico years ago,  but mine aren't as "fun". We had them up in our last house, but I wasn't really "feeling" them in this house.

Our old dining room, see them in the background? Mine have hair.

However, I am now rethinking and maybe they will go in the dining room where I thought I was going to put the china dishes. But I think I would need a third one to make them more aesthetically pleasing... Anybody know where to get Puerta Rican / Mexican / South American tribal masks in the Midwest?

The bathrooms were unisex and both had murals painted on the ceilings:

The freakin' Sistine Chapel ONLY WITH SKELETONS! I. Die. Seriously. I know this is a side of me you guys rarely see, but I could live in this place.

Okay, brace yourselves. After 18 months here is the first official picture of me.

 Bad pic, I know. I kept trying to be cute and clever by waving and it was too dark in there.

 Better? Not really. But my mother bought me a tripod for my Kodak Z1015, so maybe I can get some better shots... Someday. But I love this mirror - etched and carved metal - tin probably.

 Really bad pic of the tile floor, but it was amazing! Teeeeeennnny little shiny black tiles with some white striations and black grout. SO. FUN.

I asked the waitress if the bathrooms had similar themes and she said "no", so obviously I had to check out the other bathroom:

Smaller, no ornate mirror, but I am loving the wings on the skeletons. And the chandelier. Whoever designed this place needs to be my new BFF.

I loved this painting and wanted to steal her off the wall:

I know it's ridiculously fuzzy, but does anyone know who painted her? She has black angel wings... Beautiful.

There were two of these mirrors and three sconces along this wall. They reflected the dia de las muertas themed diorama behind me. 

Okay, here is the 2nd "official" shot of me:

Halloween of 2005.