Niagara Nerds

Yesterday was my birthday.  Although I do not enjoy getting older, I still enjoy telling everyone and their brother that my birthday is coming up. 

Starting in January.

People need lots of notice to be properly prepared right?

I don’t know why I feel the need to tell everyone.  It must be the attention-seeking only child in me that gets excited when there is a day that is about me, and only me.  Look at me!!!  Look.  At.  Meeeeeeeeee!!!

But only if I know you.

If I don’t know you, avert your eyes.

Of if I have toilet paper hanging out the back of my jeans.

Yesterday didn’t start off well…2 of my kids screaming at each other, a filthy house that they refused to help clean up, me holding 2 garbage bags ready to hold toys ransom, a broken vacuum, and my mother-in-law on her way to see how we live in filth.

It’s my birthday.  I’ll cry if I want to.

But we rallied.

Nerdguy’s mom came to watch the kids for us so that we could get out on a date.  I always get in a flap about trying to get ready to go out…sometimes just staying in yoga pants and drinking wine in the big wine glasses is a stronger force than the desire to “go somewhere” like “people.”  But I am always glad that Nerdguy bullies convinces me into going.

We were going to do the usual thing of dinner and a movie, but it was such a gorgeous day, so we decided to be wild and crazy and head to Niagara Falls.  It’s an hour from here, but Nerdguy has never been out of the car at the actual falls, and I hadn’t been since I was a teenager.  We drive through there on our way to Buffalo, and to see the Christmas lights.  And once we went to Perkins when we stayed at Great Wolf Lodge.  And the casino once.

People travel the world to see the falls and we have never been there together.  Shameful.

The rainbow stretched across the whole horseshoe falls.  Check out the double rainbow on the bottom left!  And someone PLEASE tell me if double rainbow isn’t 2 rainbows beside each other, but is in fact some pervy sex act.  We probably saw that there too.
It was either very windy and misty there or the electricity being generated was using my hair as a conduit.  And that’s not a large zit on my chin.  Because I am too old for those.  It’s a red freckle.  Yeah.  Let’s go with that.

We enjoyed walking around and looking at the tourists majestic waterfalls.  Seven pee breaks later, we headed to the casino and recklessly ripped up wads of cash gambled a little bit.

I didn’t take a picture of the giant bag of money that we won.  For security reasons.  Not because it is imaginary or anything.

Next was dinner at the Keg.  We had an amazing table right up against the window overlooking the falls.

This was our view from the table.   I  recommend making reservations for when it is still light out, but late enough that you can see the falls all lit up.  It was gorgeous at night.

I highly recommend going there to eat.  But make a reservation.  And I am quite confident that the staff won’t be “guessing the birthday girl’s age” again anytime soon.  So you’re probably safe there.

I begged her not to.  When she overshot my age by 4 years I asked for a barrel of liquor or a barrel in which to go over the falls.  Because you know that if she said I was 4 years older, she really thinks I look another 5-15 years older than that.  She thought she was flattering me probably!  She confessed her sins to her manager and he fixed it.  Except for now I felt like the whole staff was probably swinging by the table just to confirm that I look like I escaped the nursing home.

But there was also free Billy Miner Pie for birthday boys and girls.

Being old is delicious.

I took all of these pictures on my new iPhone…the new camera is SO much better than the 3gs.  The flash scared the hell out of me in the restaurant though.  Good thing I wasn’t trying to take some incognito People of Walmart photo or something!

This is not a sponsored post.  In fact I am sure the Keg will be begging me to take it down very soon.


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