We just had a short power outage and I lost my whole post! How will I ever recreate the genius that was in this window just a short time ago? Guess it wasn't meant to be.
The day started off all adult like and we met with a real estate agent and looked at a couple of investment properties. We came home, got all juiced up about making an offer on one of them, then slowly talked ourselves down, and postponed all decisionmaking until we have a second look around on Wednesday.
Shortly thereafter, Dan showed up bearing gifts.
Then, just for me and my birthday I am sure, a summer cloudburst!
After taking the video, I went into the yard and baptised myself in it. Wonderful cool drops on such a hot humid day, perfection! Spouse and Dan looked on with bemusement. (I suppose it could have been more like derisive mocking, but I prefer to think of them as bemused.)
Friends and family called and emailed birthday wishes throughout the day. Thanks everyone!
Around five, we went down to the village for some pre-show libations. I forgot about the part where everyone buys you drinks on your birthday. Kind of a double edged sword, that.
The streets are full day and night due to the Outgames. It's really quite a sight.
The sky was doing amazing things too.
I've never seen so many of us together in one place. This picture is from outside.
And this is an idea of what it was like inside the stadium.
At the end of the show, we headed back down to the village and landed in a strip club with some friends who continued this strange tradition of buying drinks for someone's birthday. I don't know what they are, but we had several shooters called "upper cuts". They tasted like Kool-aid to me, and I am of the firm belief that they cause severe headaches the following morning.
We complained theat the strippers were too muscular, couldn't dance, or looked like they were on drugs. As if! Hi, welcome to pissy queen land.
Finally, back out onto the street at 1am to find throngs, and I mean monster throngs of people still shifting and merrying in the streets.
And finally, after all that fun, I come home and see an email from Chunks. She sent me 41 ways to say shit, and I can't tell you how touched I was. A total stranger and a random act of love. What better way to say happy birthday. (I'll make the list the first comment.)