I had a pretty fantastic birthday weekend. The good thing about having your birthday fall on a holiday weekend is there's always something going on. This year, as I said in an earlier post, my college was having its sixtieth anniversary. There were a lot of old friends in town, on account. We started the evening with Chinese food and scorpion bowls. I don't know the people in this photo, but the drink is all to familiar
After that we headed to the local brewery and I got drunk as hell. I saw a bunch of friends I hadn't seen since my birthday party last year, and I couldn't drink the drinks as fast as people were buying them for me. And one particularly sweet individual baked me a couple of sweet-potato pies!
We ended up drinking on a friends porch until the wee hours.
Saturday we all slept late and then went down to the river. I got a hell of a sunburn, but had a mihty fine time. There was swimming and fly fishing, but I mostly hung out on the banks and played banjo for the pretty ladies. We had a BBQ that night of meat a friend who was moving had to clear out of his fridge because he was moving. More drinking until the wee hours and camping out on the soccer field at the college.
Sunday was all about brunch at the diner (which, sadly, no longer serves bloody maries), softball at the college, and driving home with my two friends who are living in upstate NY. With a stop for garlic-cheddar burgers at Wahoo's in Wilmington.
One of my friends asked me to go to Israel with her. She's going for a wedding in August. I think I'll go. I've been planning to go to Israel for years and this girl is a lot of fun. She'd be good to travel with. I mentioned the idea to my girlfriend, and it made her a little nervous. I think it'll be alright, though. She really doesn't have anything to worry about, and I think she knows it.
So, that's it. It was a great weekend. Surrounded by old and seldom seen friends at all times. Happy birthday to me.
EDIT:
I talked to my girlfriend last night, and it turns out she wasn't nervous about the Israel thing at all. What I thought was nervous was confused. See, right after I told her about staying in town with a boy named Christian, I told her about the Israel plan with a girl named Kristen, so she was just trying to figure out which one I was talking about. I know how that sounds, but she really doesn't get jelous. She doesn't lie either. She's like a vulcan. But, you know, a hot vulcan like T'Pol.
After that we headed to the local brewery and I got drunk as hell. I saw a bunch of friends I hadn't seen since my birthday party last year, and I couldn't drink the drinks as fast as people were buying them for me. And one particularly sweet individual baked me a couple of sweet-potato pies!
We ended up drinking on a friends porch until the wee hours.
Saturday we all slept late and then went down to the river. I got a hell of a sunburn, but had a mihty fine time. There was swimming and fly fishing, but I mostly hung out on the banks and played banjo for the pretty ladies. We had a BBQ that night of meat a friend who was moving had to clear out of his fridge because he was moving. More drinking until the wee hours and camping out on the soccer field at the college.
Sunday was all about brunch at the diner (which, sadly, no longer serves bloody maries), softball at the college, and driving home with my two friends who are living in upstate NY. With a stop for garlic-cheddar burgers at Wahoo's in Wilmington.
One of my friends asked me to go to Israel with her. She's going for a wedding in August. I think I'll go. I've been planning to go to Israel for years and this girl is a lot of fun. She'd be good to travel with. I mentioned the idea to my girlfriend, and it made her a little nervous. I think it'll be alright, though. She really doesn't have anything to worry about, and I think she knows it.
So, that's it. It was a great weekend. Surrounded by old and seldom seen friends at all times. Happy birthday to me.
EDIT:
I talked to my girlfriend last night, and it turns out she wasn't nervous about the Israel thing at all. What I thought was nervous was confused. See, right after I told her about staying in town with a boy named Christian, I told her about the Israel plan with a girl named Kristen, so she was just trying to figure out which one I was talking about. I know how that sounds, but she really doesn't get jelous. She doesn't lie either. She's like a vulcan. But, you know, a hot vulcan like T'Pol.
Glad you had a good birthday. Straw drinking looks very unhygienic, but also very fun.