And now you have to listen to the activities of my birthday! HAHAHAHA.

The “boys” took me out to the lunch of my choice, which was Portland City Grill on the 30th floor of big pink (US Bank Corp tower). I had a ginormous hamburger and the restaurant spotted me my bread pudding dessert, so they only had to pitch in $3 a piece for me. And everyone but one also had hamburgers, so it was only $17-20 and I don’t feel guilty about that. I almost feel guilty about the one guy who got halibut and crab, because his total came out to $42, but he’s the one who keeps saying he doesn’t care about money. (He also lives at home with his parents, but he’s not buying them $2000 washer/dryers either.)

After work I went to buy some new shoes in the hail. I’ve been wearing all the pairs of Asics Gel Kayanos that I’ve been hoarding since I quit running, but my daily commute (40 minutes walking is only like 2 miles, each way) kills the shoes in 3 months.

That’s less than I got out of them when I was running in them. I was doing about 20 miles a week and they lasted me 3 months of running plus 3 more of walking. In any case, I asked around at Meier and Frank and Nordstroms, and while Nordies was useless, the guy at Meier and Frank told me to ask the Postal carriers what they wore. He told me about “Postal rated shoes” that looked like “Frankenstein shoes” but last forever. My brother-in-law said his dad wore Knapp shoes as a milkman and that’s what he thought I should get. I ended up getting some Doc Martens for $60 at the Shoe Pavillion. I also had to buy a new brown belt to go with the shoes (this is supposed to be key with the ladies, at least the ones who are DEAF AND BLIND TO MY PERSONALITY AND LOOKS and only observe my shoes and belt) and that cost another $40. They better last a while.

Dinner was steak. I couldn’t exactly say no to steak. My buddy Il is supposed to buy me a steak on Saturday, too. Whee!