Today was
starzend's birthday party. As he is a serious-minded, adult professional, the celebrations consisted of gathering in the botanical gardens with sugary treats, party hats, bubbles, a ball and a boomerang; we wandered all over the gardens playing duck-duck-goose, bullrush and tag, soaked our feet in the rose fountain, and were complimented by little old ladies. I returned home soaked in sweat, with grass-stains on my jeans and my ankles screaming.
Other birthday parties aspire to be so awesome.