The Dirty Thirty

Friday my friend Taylor baked me this cake and when I walked into the room, everyone sang me happy birthday and gave me that card everyone had signed! The locker in the background with the pictures on it is mine. Some of you out there may recognize the picture on the bottom as a Central American marsupial sniffing around the base of some Mayan ruins. Above and to the left is some wise advice from Rob Brezny.

Friday night we had a lovely party at the Nodding Head Brewery, and so many people came! I felt popular.
Saturday I had a nice peaceful day and talked to many loved ones. That night I was graced by the presence of Mama Gurevich, Betty Ann, and the Brasis. We shared a beautiful meal and I felt very lucky for our connections. The peacefulness lulled me into a false sense of security out of which I was promptly yanked by the pale freckled grasp of Julia. JULIA! The shrew.

Now we are thirty!