I turned 43 years old this past Saturday. We celebrated without much fanfare, and that was by choice: I guess I’m now on the even-numbered-birthdays-blowout plan, after the big Trek puzzle hunt for my 40th and the karaoke extravagana for my 42nd.
But despite being low-key, we did manage to pack in quite a few things:
One week before my actual birthday, I livetweeted my binge-rewatch of the first season of Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, the best damn show on television. See my Storify for #CXB43.
On my actual birthday, D and I had breakfast (featuring waffles!) at Gigi’s Cafe. Then I met some friends to do “Kidnapped!” at Portland Escape Rooms, which we did escape, taking just six minutes longer than the current record time. We rounded out the evening with Bridget Quigg’s one-woman comedy show Techlandia at Funhouse Lounge, and filled the intervening hours with stops at two different McMenamins.
Finally, on Monday, we met another friend for dim sum and chatted about escape rooms and general puzzling.
Is that an accurate snapshot of my life right now? More or less. It doesn’t encompass any work activities (writing, freelancing, etc.), but otherwise these are pretty much the things we love doing: hanging out with friends, watching shows, eating and drinking, and playing games. Not necessarily in that order.