The best birthday for me was when I turned 27. It was the first "real" date with my now-fiancé. He arrived at the airport in the morning, and since we were staying in a hotel in midtown NYC, it was still too early to check-in. So to kill some time, we walked around the aquarium for a while, and then we spent some time on the boardwalk in Coney Island, just talking. Of course, no visit to Coney Island is complete without a stop at Nathan's for their famous franks. We checked-in to the hotel . . . yadda yadda . . . then we went to the Yankees game that evening. The Yankees ended-up winning the divison with a walk-off home-run. It was a great night.
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