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Monday, November 27, 2006

I've said it before: I have such lovely friends

Well, it started snowing this afternoon a bit before five, right when a few of my dearest friends and my mother were mobilizing to take me out to a long-planned early birthday dinner. Everyone set out gamely into the driveable but uncertain conditions, knowing everything would be freezing solid overnight. (My mother confided that venturing out into a snowy, freezing night full of Seattle drivers was her nightmare, which she would only brave for her son.)

Before seven, as three cars of would-be celebrants inched up and down the normally inviting hills east of downtown, we decided we needed to call it a night. Making it to dinner would not have been an issue. Making it home afterward, though, would have been an adventure, an impossibility or a stout urban hike. With such prospects in store, it wouldn't have been any kind of relaxed or festive dinner.

As it was, the delightful and selfless syp didn't get home to the suburban highlands until eleven, and her husband had to venture out to assist her. She can fairly quote her favorite line from The X-Files: "Don't say I never did nuthin' for ya."

I have such a sweet and lovely group of friends, and mother. Thanks, guys!


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