Two Baker's Dozen Minus Two

I was another year older yesterday, bringing my time on this here planet Earth to a grand total of twenty-four years. So today, all my hair fell out, I gained 20 pounds, and I think I broke a bone somewhere...

Ha! It's funny to make old jokes, right? Except that at work, I am definitely the youngest person there, so instead of old jokes I got young jokes. I'm not sure which extreme I like better. I'm just hoping the even-numbered years work out like the even-numbered Star Trek movies... not that twenty-three was a bad year or anything.

It was cool to see a bunch of people this weekend. I didn't plan anything official, so it was even nicer to randomly have a bunch of friends be available to hang out at the same time. Saturday night, that included Gerritt & Mel, Matt & Brittlea, Josh, and the recently-employed-in-Northern-Virginia Stephen. After dinner at Famous Dave's (for the second weekend in a row - I sense a trend here), we came back to our place to play Pirate's Cove, one of Gerritt's newer games. It's complicated to figure out, but loads of fun to play once you get the rules right. It just needs more Sarsgaard.

Sunday morning, I got a surprise visit from Gina, which was unexpected and welcome. We spent a few hours having lunch with her mom and hanging out here before she and Sarah had to head back to the 'burg. (Thanks for driving her, Sarah!) And finally, that evening, the boys and I had dinner out in D.C.

It was a weekend Chuck Norris would have been proud to be a part of. And I just ended a sentence with a preposition.

Thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday through IM, e-mail, phone calls, Facebook, carrier pigeon, dancing telegrams, smoke signals, and other means. You all rock.