I’m taking advantage of my chair right now. It’s in a place with beer, food, liquor, coffee, and free wifi. Completely worth the money.
My birthday turned out very well. The next day? Not so much. That was mostly my fault, though. It’s never wise to drink multiple beers above 10% ABV and then follow up with half a bottle of wine, not matter how much water you might have. I wasn’t hungover, per se, but rather, I was just tired from not being in REM sleep too much. I left work early, but I had a you-can-leave-early-because-you-worked-last-weekend credit coming to me and it wasn’t necessarily alcohol-related. I was just really, really tired. The steak, however, was one of the–if not the–best steak I’ve ever had. I’ve already had requests to replicate my recipe.
Hanne gave me something I didn’t expect, but it’s like she read my mind. Last year before I joined Bally for the winter so I wouldn’t go exercise-less, I considered joining the Portland Rock Gym so that I could rock climb instead of run, but I decided I’d rather run instead. Hanne, apparently using her telepathy and reaching deep into my mind, bought me an intro course at the Rock Gym good for two people. It’s nothing like I expected. It’s unprecendented. It’s perfect.
Oops, my food is here. Gotta go.