The Big Two-O

A lot can happen in twenty days. The ancient Mayans believed that life was a cycle represented by twenty days. President Abraham Lincoln (not a Ford) was assassinated, and his conspirators arrested, tried, executed, and he himself buried within twenty days. Even the longest living Drosophilas live and die within twenty days. I would find you more examples, but I don't feel like googling much.

Twenty days ago, we celebrated my birthday- because it was my birthday. It was also the last day of classes, a day full of snow (per usual, I sort of have a long-term deal with God on that), frantic last minute printing, raising cans and money, and of course, friends. The experience of just sitting there smiling as people sing you happy birthday is exponentially more awkward when the singing is done by your soc class, Band Man included, and all the other students, faculty, and staff present at the Service Learning Symposium.

Here are some pictures from later that day, away from the crowds, with an intimate group of friends, a custom-ordered Chinese birthday cake, and of course, great German food.
It's embarassing how happy Hillary was over my birth.


Jenny and Mac try to look on while Vita-K shows off her ninja skills.

Gak thinks he's the man. Karina and Liz humour him.

Holly and Karina, incredibly excited over the fancy-pants corked beer.

Gak likes pictures of himself, especially when they're posted in blogs.

My two favorite geeks: clotter and bleeder beautifully coexisting.