Saturday was my 30th birthday, so I organized a get together to celebrate. We all met at the apartment (except poor LlamaLisa who waited for us at the restaurant for 45 min). Ted had coordinated with Cindy to get a tiara, which they presented to me before we left. I was made to wear it all night, but since I couldn't see how ridiculous it looked, I didn't care! After a short streetcar ride, we joined up with LlamaLisa for dinner and drinks.

It was a very fun evening, and I am fortunate to have such great friends! What a great way to start a new decade of my life :)

We started off with dinner and drinks at Life of Riley tavern/bar and satisfied our birthday cake needs with cupcakes from Cupcake Jones. I hadn't scoped out the restaurant beforehand, so I was glad that the food and drinks were great and I'm sure we'll be returning. Our waitress was glad to get the leftover cupcakes :)

Ted wanted to "treat" me to a birthday drink and of course chose a "blowjob" for me. We all had a laugh at the receipt that showed the cheap version at $6.

After dinner, Ken, Jocie, Steve, and Cindy partied on with us at Smash Putt for some destructive mini golfing. The different setups were fun, Ted especially liked our last hole that ended with a drill press boring a hole in the ball. We all had a good time at the hole that used a scooter to rotate a miniature Arc d'Triomphe and fake baguettes. They also had a weird one that was setup in a room designed with old metal cabinets, a gun, sharp tools, and just really random/creepy stuff. It was definitely strange. I was horrible at it, but others enjoyed the golf ball-shooting cannons in the basement.

Halfway through our time there, the band March Forth came in and spent 20-30 minutes playing for everyone. That was a surprise! And in true Portland style, at one point there was the strong smell of pot smoke, though management tried to get patrons to be slightly less blatant with it.

On the walk home, we passed an "adult" store, so we took turns posing as the models (although more clothed). I think I'll leave that job to the mannequins.