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I hosted a party last night for Gabi's birthday, and it was a success! The people Gabi invited over were really cool, I might try to get together with some of them, and there was only one problem child, and one girl positively freaked over Sherman refusing to play Lou Reed instead of Kings of Leon, but that factored nowhere even close to dousing the good-people-party-vibes. No one got shitfaced, all the beer was drunk but everyone stayed cognitive and talkative. The raspberry almond birthday torte was consumed in its entirety, the food disappeared, we only had an excess of hummus and anyone who knows hummus knows that is no excess at all! The last folks left at 4:30, Geneva, Nathan and Tara and I spent some unwinding time on the porch, Tara spent the night. Geneva and Tara and I got up in the morning and cleaned up, we all ate rounds of egg sandwiches then Jesse and Erica came over and we went to the Green Belt and "swam" in the stream, which really meant we tried to drift down and mostly ended up bumping our asses on the rocks in the shallow beds and laughing about it - I definitely have some rockburn from trying to "rawdog" it. The cold beers turned warm in our hands pretty much at contact, and the water was nowhere near cold enough to ease the fact that the temperature climbed over 100 degrees today, but it was still a very good time. Came home and showered off the exhaustion, grocery shopped, Geneva made Phad Thai and I did my laundry and ironing.

No matter how fun the things I do are, writing about them makes me sick of hearing myself talk. If I don't have anything going on upwards and beyond the normal, what's the point?