Forty festivities coming together

Diana's 40th birthday is Saturday. I know it's another arbitrary number, but it's weird to think about since I'm 36 and not hitting that milestone first. She's the only woman older than me that I ever really dated (I think), and I ended up marrying her. The conventional wisdom about marrying younger because women mature faster turns out not to be true, it seems.

Anyway, I was stressing about what the hell we were going to do because there are so many limitations. Going out for drinks is obviously not an option given the whole pregnancy thing. I don't really know where to go because we're new in town and my ability to navigate is impaired. People at work are no help because there's this cultural divide about what's good and what's not around town (a blog post unto itself someday). But Diana assured me that it was no big deal, so long as we did some "stuff."

So we're pretty much going to wing it. Evenings are getting hard for her because the baby is not playing nice with her digestive system, something we first started to see even before we went to Disney World. So the loose plan is to go down to the Seattle city center area and do whatever touristy stuff tickles our boat. That means we'll probably go to the Pike Place Market (will we see the Spoonman?), then head over to the area with the museums and what not. I think we'll skip the Space Needle and come back for that in the summer when the weather is better. It's a bit expensive to go up there. The Experience Music Project is there, the Sci-Fi museum, the science center (with Avatar in IMAX 3D), etc. Sunday we're going out again to a top secret location.

For this one weekend I do wish we were in Cleveland, with access to friends and familiar landscape (you damn well better believe we'd go to Melt). Of course, since it's under snow, I'm not sure how successful that would've been. :)

So if you see her virtually, wish her a happy birthday. (And happy half-birthday to Sherry.)