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My Birthday Weekend: Trip & Pictures
Mar. 13th, 2008 10:10 pmIt was during the week before my birthday that my friend Sandy invited me over for dinner; he'd made dim sum (little shrimp dumplings) and egg rolls, and it was quite good. Being from the Bay Area, Sandy has definite Ideas about what Chinese food should be, and has been rather disappointed since moving to the Missouri area that Missouri Oriental food runs to thick, sweet sauces—as if the first Chinese restauranteurs in the area took note of the local cuisine that heavily features gravies of various kinds, and adapted their food to fit the local palate. It's funny; I had never before thought about there being regional differences in foreign food. Chinese was just…Chinese.
Anyway, he was aware that the coming weekend would be my birthday. For my previous birthday, he invited me over and made a birthday cake, complete with little SD Gundam figures on top. He suggested that we could celebrate it by taking a trip somewhere, such as to St. Louis or Kansas City, or—a trip he'd been planning for a while—to Tulsa to see the J.M. Davis museum. Then I suddenly recalled that one of my on-line friends, Mercedes Lackey (with whom I play City of Heroes and write the occasional odd CoH fanfic), lives in that area with her husband and other friends—and I'd been wanting an excuse to get down there and meet up with them for a while. So after checking with her to make sure it would be all right, and noting that the museum was open earlier Saturday than Sunday, a plan was made.
( To spare my friends list, the tale of our odyssey is below this cut. )
Sunday marked a bit of an oddity for me. I was reminded of an anecdote I saw in a Readers Digest "Humor in Uniform" column, about a sailor who was having a really bad few days. "But at least tomorrow's my birthday," he told himself. "They can't take that away from me." But during the night, the ship he was on crossed the International Date Line—and so when he woke up, it was the day after his birthday.
My birthday was a little like that, this year. Due to Daylight Giving-You-A-Big-Headache Time taking effect that morning, it was one hour shorter than usual. Still, my parents came up, we went out to eat at the Century Buffet, and then we watched the Wallace & Gromit "Cracking Contraption" shorts before they had to leave.
All in all, not a bad weekend.
Anyway, he was aware that the coming weekend would be my birthday. For my previous birthday, he invited me over and made a birthday cake, complete with little SD Gundam figures on top. He suggested that we could celebrate it by taking a trip somewhere, such as to St. Louis or Kansas City, or—a trip he'd been planning for a while—to Tulsa to see the J.M. Davis museum. Then I suddenly recalled that one of my on-line friends, Mercedes Lackey (with whom I play City of Heroes and write the occasional odd CoH fanfic), lives in that area with her husband and other friends—and I'd been wanting an excuse to get down there and meet up with them for a while. So after checking with her to make sure it would be all right, and noting that the museum was open earlier Saturday than Sunday, a plan was made.
( To spare my friends list, the tale of our odyssey is below this cut. )
Sunday marked a bit of an oddity for me. I was reminded of an anecdote I saw in a Readers Digest "Humor in Uniform" column, about a sailor who was having a really bad few days. "But at least tomorrow's my birthday," he told himself. "They can't take that away from me." But during the night, the ship he was on crossed the International Date Line—and so when he woke up, it was the day after his birthday.
My birthday was a little like that, this year. Due to Daylight Giving-You-A-Big-Headache Time taking effect that morning, it was one hour shorter than usual. Still, my parents came up, we went out to eat at the Century Buffet, and then we watched the Wallace & Gromit "Cracking Contraption" shorts before they had to leave.
All in all, not a bad weekend.
