Last night Gill, Jena and Neill threw me the best birthday party I have ever had at Gill's house. There was cupcakes, a cake, noisemakers, decorations, communal punch, Salmiakki and even sparklers. I could barely contain myself.Getting home was good enough, but getting home, getting changed and walking over to a ready made good time was even better.
This morning, I actually got up at a half-way decent time and headed out for a long and lazy brunch of half grilled cheese sandwich, half club sandwich and lots of talking shit about people's outfits as they walked by.I also cleaned my apartment, which desperately needed to happen. It didn't take as long as I thought, and I even managed to clear off some shelves for shoe storage.
Tonight, I watched a nfb documentary from the 1970's slamming beaurocracy, and another one that followed a fat man while he starved himself for a few thirty day-stints (under close medical supervision).
Then I pulled myself out of the house for a hazy night of bike riding. I met up with Mark at Crooked Star and we went and found Pat and Jenny at the Hen House, which was even hotter and damper than it is in my apartment right now, which was impressive in and of itself.