Thirty days until I'm 30.

Well, it was on Friday when I was going to post this, but I decided to wait a few days. So now, it's like 28 days until I'm 30 - which doesn't sound as catchy. It doesn't matter anyway. I was in some weird 'examining my life' thing on Friday, but i'm over it by now. I don't really feel any older, but I definitely can't collect as many straws as I used to.



But, that didn't stop me from having a little drink called the "Irish Car Bomb" last night. I was up in Seattle, checking out the town out, and catching up with friends. And even though we were in a different town, and wanted to try new things, we ended up going to Kells - just like in Portland. I was really disappointed when they had already ran out of Smithwicks ale (pronounced "schmiddicks" by those who know *wink*), so I had the 'car bomb'. It's one of those drinks, where you pour in more drinks, and then quickly drink it while people chant- and it pours all over you.

Good times.