November has always been my favorite month. As a kid, it was my fave mainly because it was the month of my birthday. I always did love a day where the whole world seemed to revolve around me. It wasn't until I got much older that I realized my birthday was 9 months to the day after Valentine's Day, and millions of other people I would soon meet shared the same birthday. This year, I even got a little cousin-in-law, Shepherd, that I'll forever share the day with. Also making this year's birthday tons better than last year is the fact I didn't have a stroke (celebrate the little things). Last year, that really rained on my parade. Most of all, turning 30 was made the best ever by a visit from Kenna. She flew out to spend a few days with me celebrating my birthday, shopping, and acting like Garfield (with cake instead of lasagna). We stayed at a super chic hotel that made me wish my own place was a little nicer. We had dinner with Micah at a very nice French spot where we thought we saw Ed Helms (We didn't. Kenna asked). After dinner, Micah dropped us off at a little spot under the overpass by the piers in Seattle. Yeah, I realize how that sounds like a set up to a horror movie. Actually, it was quite frightening. We thought we saw a member of ACDC smoking outside the door, but again, our celeb sighting was a bust. We went inside this place to find ourselves in the front row for a peep show put on by some elderly, biker clad patrons. Before we saw just how long his Viagra lasts, we ran outside and hailed a cab vowing never to listen to Yelp again. Luckily, Kenna has a world traveling Jewish friend (I can say that right?) who told us about a fun place more inland and less geriatric or Harley Davidson. We gave the address to the cab driver, Muhammad (so he told us it was his name, but his license said Alkhadijumanahrajih). I calculated on Google maps that the trip was just a short one, but Muhammad seemed to take the scenic route. While illegally overtaking a large truck and running a red light, Muhammad points and yells out of his open window for us to "look at that fat woman running to the bus! She fat! She miss the bus!" while laughing. About this time, my only thoughts were "don't throw up, don't throw up, don't throw up." His kind encounter turned into a conversation with Kenna about goats. Or goatees. We don't really know. It doesn't matter much because just minutes later, as we were nearly killing pedestrians, Muhammad points and yells at a large and muscular bald man in the street yelling "look at him! He thinks he's a ladies' man! He strikes out with many women!" all while laughing. Now, instead of just puke to worry about, I was trying to figure out what to do when the beefed up bald man sprayed Muhammad's blood all over my new outfit. Once we finally arrived at our destination, I left Kenna to settle the tip so I could try to expunge all the BO out of my hair and vomit in the gutter. Once inside, we headed straight to the bathroom to wash our hands and then to the bar to get a drink. By drink, I mean water (but I drank it without a straw so at least I have a little edge going for me). Looking for a spot to sit and chat, Kenna and I stumbled upon a photo booth left over from a mall in the 80s. Naturally, we posed for silly photos and laughed way too loud at the results. This place wasn't a typical hang out. About 1/4 of it was filled with old school arcade games. We found a seat close to the arcade part where we could people watch and chat about whatever came up. What happened to come up was a young guy from Uganda with a mission of wooing Kenna. We spent the rest of our time there playing games and chatting with this group in town for Microsoft something or other and having a genuinely good time. Although, I have to ask. Why is it when we meet someone new, we always ask, "So what do you do?" Really. Is it that important? I want to change this. I don't like being asked what I do since replying with the truth is so awkward (truth: "well I died a few times, faint anytime I'm uncomfortable, and I got this cool pacemaker and one stroke later, I'm disabled. I basically do nothing 24/7). So naturally, I made up an entire identity. For the night, I became an attorney for the state, drawing inspiration from tidbits of Micah's job and stuff I've seen on Dateline. I was almost believing myself after awhile but I do hope nobody takes the legal advice I offered.
So that's pretty much how I turned 30. Like I said, Kenna and I spent the rest of the weekend shopping and being lazy while eating leftover birthday cake or the 12" diameter chocolate donut we got at Pike's Market. Kenna got to sight see all over Seattle which she deemed one of the friendliest places ever. I admit, people in Seattle and Olympia are so much more outgoing and friendly to me when I'm with another girl than they are when Micah is with me. We had a small dinner party where Micah made a cake and killer meatloaf, and he invited Heather, Ben, and Zoey over. It was the perfect celebration. Now I'm ready to keep the party going with Christmas!
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