30 is the new 24

Last week, I turned the big 3-0. It was definitely daunting; I felt like it was sort of a milepost marker, prompting me to review my life up until that point, and compare it to where/what I thought I’d be as recently as five years ago. Instead of wallowing in thoughts of what I feel my life is “missing,” I’m trying to focus on the good things, because on paper, I really do feel proud of what I’ve accomplished so far in my life, and the type of person I am.

Aaaanyway, I took a couple days off from work, which was nice — especially since the weather cooperated. Anuja came over on my actual birthday, and we bused down to the U District to get my birthday bubble tea at my favorite BT spot (it’s kind of silly, though; for your “gift,” you buy a BT and then get a coupon for a free one on your next visit). I went there last year, and asked the owner (who knows me by name) how old he thought I was. His response? 22. I still chuckle over the memory of the look on his face when I said “Actually…I’m 29” I gave him a little leeway as I was wearing a ballcap, had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing glasses. This year, though, I didn’t have any of those things going on. And his reply to my “How old do you think I am?” query? “24”!! He was completely shocked — again — when I revealed my true, advanced age. Hilarious.

Saturday night, some girlfriends and I met up at the Zig Zag Cafe in downtown Seattle to celebrate. It was a really fun time, as you can see.. I never met a camera for which I didn’t ham ;o) A friend was nice enough to give me a ride to and from ZZ, so I didn’t have to turn down any of the three martinis I was urged to drink. I didn’t get drunk, but I definitely had a good buzz going. I highly recommend the ZZ for anyone looking for a chill, funky place to do an outing like this — or even just drinks/light dinner — though the setup was a bit weird, as they only have round tables, so our “table” for 12 was four round tables shoved into a chain-bubble line. Oh, and as far as parking — there’s a parking garage on the right as you go down Western behind the market that only charges $3 if you park after 5 p.m. ZZ is about another blog down Western, off the Pike Place Hill Climb stairs. Originally, my outing was going to be at the Purple Cafe downtown, but by the time we called to make a reservation mid-week last week, the only one we could get would’ve been for 10:30 (yawn); apparently they were overrun with reservations due to UW’s graduation being earlier that same day. I was bummed to miss out on Purple — always a great time — but still had a fabulous time at Zig Zag. Here’s to a new, exciting decade of life!

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