Birthday Recovery




I turned 29. Can you even believe that noise? I know, it's ridiculous. My good friend, Sarah and I were lamenting today about how 28 was so very good to us. Now, we're staring 30 in the eye. Like, that's old or something. I'll use my typical response to the age fear - look at Suzanne Somers for god's sake - the woman looks amazing and she is 60 or something.
Anyway, the b-day was fabulous. We spent it dining at Marrakesh - Portland's Morrocan restaurant. It was incidentally, completely out of Moroccan beer and wine. Mental note - do not visit this establishment on a Friday night. It was ridiculously crowded. But, I did get a bellydancing lesson from the bellydancer herself (humiliating!) and got to wear one of those Shriner's caps for the "Happy Birthday" sing-along. All in all, a perfectly wonderful night.
BTW, I accomplished zero writing on Friday. It was my b-day and I treated myself to a pedicure at Nirvana Day Spa instead of work. Is there a better gift? I think not!
--H
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