None the Wiser

My dad took me to breakfast on Saturday for my birthday, then we went to the building supply and he bought some beadboard and trim for under my bar (to replace the brittle vinyl tile that the previous owner applied). Then I waited a little while for my friends to get their butts in gear and come to town to have Megan's (and one of their dog's) picture taken with Santa as a fund raiser for the human society (they were an hour late). Stacey's mother was supposed to come up and watch Megan while they went hunting one last time, but she was sick so I ended up spending the rest of the day baking cookies with Megan. Since it was last minute, I tried to get everything finished in town and before heading out and ended up driving myself crazy and becoming so rushed that I was ready to cry. I had to give myself a little pep talk which included a, "WTF! It's my f**kin birthday! People can wait on me until I show up, dammit!" It seemed to work. Of course, I was tired and wanted to go home and that was the night that Stacey got her deer so they were delayed getting home. Then I had to wait for them to cook the dinner I had been promised (Hello, cranky hungry birthday girl over here!). I finally got to go home and got there about an hour after my bedtime.

On Sunday, I woke up at 4:50am, stressing about having enough time to get to Spokane for the Broadway touring production of "The Wedding Singer." A friend was going to pick me up, another friend, and then Stacey. I waited until 8:00am to call Stacey and she pretty much told me to stop worrying. Then I had to wait until 10:00am to be picked up -- by the friend who repeated about 5 times that she'd be there right at 10:00. My dad showed up right at ten to put up the beadboard and I waited and waited for what seemed like forever. She called at 10:04 to say that she was on her way...she had a wardrobe crisis. Umm, yeah, that's why I called everyone the night before to let them know what to wear. Ahem. Anyway, we got everyone else and arrived 30 minutes before the start. Which was good because we had to chip the snow off of the parking lot to see what number stall we were in so that we could pay. And no one noticed, including me, that I was wearing one brown shoe and one black shoe. Ho-hum! I finally noticed at intermission and then was very self-conscious (Stacey took a picture with her phone so I'm sure I'll be hearing about that at some point). Luckily, we went from the play to the semi-dark restaurant so it wasn't as bad as it could have been.

I spent $72 on dinner. It was good, though...crab and artichoke dip, filet mignon, mashed potatoes, key lime pie (mine's better) and 2 margaritas.

It was pretty fun and we've agreed to go see "Mama Mia" in March. The Melting Pot restaurant should be open by then and it's about a block from the performing arts center. I'd better start saving. It's amazing how quickly things on your credit card can add up. I still have some San Diego charges on there from October and I still have a few Christmas presents to buy. Crap.

It wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst birthday, either. So, overall it was a success. I am another year older anyway so that's better than the alternative.