You Are 30.

Let's bring it all the way back to October because I can't be bothered to keep up with this blog even though I thoroughly enjoy it.

Janet turned 30 on the 11th and we had several plans to keep her old bones moving.
I made her a mug with a bunch of photos on it from all our mutual travels and good times together. I couldn't think of anything to write on it, so it says "You Are 30."
Every time I looked at it, I started laughing. My dry humor always gets me.
I slaved over a cake that was supremely sub par; I think I still owe everyone there an apology for such a build up and let down.
We went out to Kyoto Grill for dinner. I sulked on the outskirts. I was starving and on the very end so I couldn't talk to anyone. The chef guy kept fucking around with our food and I just wanted it in my mouth, I know its part of the show, but the only show I wanted was for him to shoot the food directly in my mouth. Everyone else seemed to have a delightful time though.

We drove over to the ice skating rink in Lynnwood while Charlie departed all the way back home because he forgot his ID of all things. We grabbed some skates and laced up.
I haven't been ice skating in years, like years and years and years. After a few times around the track, everyone seemed to be gaining a little more confidence in their feet. Heather was flying around all of us laughing it up because apparently its like, her favorite recreational activity. I came in and chatted with the boys and Tasha for a few minutes and then I decided to go around a few more times before we left to get the party really started.
I started feeling more confident.
Push, push, glide...push, push, glide.
Gaining speed and a smug sense of myself. I imagined myself miraculously performing triple axles and the Flying Lotus (successfully and without death, but maybe Will Ferrell is there). More speed, more speed, I'm really impressed with myself at this point.
This isn't hard, psh, I could do this all day.
And then I'm flying through the air.
Not in a graceful leap where everyone claps and holds up signs with a flashing number 10, but a hard embarrassing (for someone who doesn't embarrass easy) belly flop on the ice.
I stayed down, completely belly down, splayed on the ice.
I knew Aidan was behind me somewhere and I assumed he would come to my aid.
He did not.
I glanced up and saw a momentary push, push, glide of his skates.
Ugh.
A small 10 year old doing figure 8's around my limp, dead body was suddenly in my face screaming.
 "Woah, you fell really hard! Like really hard! Are you alright lady?! I mean, you were there and then you weren't!"
"My ego is the only thing that's been shattered,  kid."
I pushed myself up and hung on to the wall until I made my way back around to my salvation.
"I was just telling everyone to look at you because you were doing so well and then...are you OK?" Tasha looked concerned but I'm pretty sure everyone was hysterically laughing.
I started yelling about Aidan not rescuing a damsel in distress and I heard the playback of myself falling over and over.
I cried because along with my pride, my chest and knees were bruised black.
Ill never skate again.

After that debacle we made our way to a brewery where we pounded beers and I chatted Tasha's face off. Then, the coup de grace of the night, Karaoke at the NCT. The best damn dive bar in Shoreline. I sang Don't Speak by No Doubt and publicly dedicated it to the birthday girl.
 Then we had a loud discussion about being best friends, she rebuffed my advances but I refused to take no for answer.

We all drank an absurd amount, enough that Janet got up with me and we did some Salt N' Peppa.
I'm pretty sure we all puked and I think I fell in a ditch on the way home.
I just like to keep it classy for my BFF's birthday.

Cheers.