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Birthday boy, hung over

polka dancing
Originally uploaded by Andy Kleitsch.

This will be one long rambling post. so get ready for it. no apologies or excuses. this is simply kleitsch - hung over.

Last night Dave Upthegrove and I celebrated our 36th b-day. We were born on the same day, grew up about 10 doors apart, and have been hung over on May 4th, many times. On our 21st b-day Dave flew to Boston (to visit me while i was in school), and we enjoyed bloody mary's at CHEERS for breakfast... (back when CHEERS was cool... remember that... wow, we're old.)

Last night, under the glow of the space noodle (karstens pet name) a much weirder tale unfolded...

The neighborhood book club (all women) invited me to join them for a trip to the Seattle Center House where we saw the play Rhoda.

While in the space needle parking lot, a guy standing next to us (trying to pay) started talking with Pam. It didn't take long for Pam to discover that it was HIS birthday too, and he was also turning 36! His name was Paul. Pam took a few photos of my long lost brother (she was now calling Paul my brother). Jana went back to our car and returned with a birthday cup cake for Paul.

As Paul walked back to his car he turned around and yelled "Hey, you guys want a Jell-o shot?!?!" Paul's wife held out a tray of jell-o shots and a can of whipping cream...

My first reaction... "ohhh no, that's ok!" I yell and wave to Paul.
Then i looked at Jana, and something in her eyes told me "you know you want the jell-o shot, it's your birthday, we're in a parking lot, this is frickin random, i'm surprised you said no"
Then I quickly said "Well, ok, just one!"
I jogged across the parking lot.
Pauls wife "i'm sorry, you can't have just one"
Me "Oh good, cause i love jell-o shots"
Pauls wife gave a quick squirt of whipped cream on top (nice touch by the way).
Paul "take this jell-o shot to the girl that gave me the cup cake"
Jana appreciated it.

20 minutes till the play starts... the book club hit the bar for a quick drink.

We passed these dedicated polka dancers. had to take a photo.

Enter the play... Jana did a quick scan of the audience... 3 men in the house, about 100 women. Hello?!?! Guys... forget the bar scene, THIS is the place to meet women...

After the play we met Dave and Bryce and headed to the McLeod Residence. Buster joined us for a few drinks. Tequila. Ginger Whisky.

On the way home, grabbed a sixer and some chips.

Spent a few hours in the boathouse... David crashed on the futon.

the most disturbing news... I look old.
Half way thru the night i stopped asking people "how old do you think i am?" cause the answers were horrifying. 45. 42. consistently low 40's. I've always looked old... this was great when I was 16, trying to buy beer. Or when I was 22, starting my first company. But now... to be 36... and everyone thinks I'm 41!! Hummmm. Not sure I like that.