So, my birthday has come and gone. It was an interesting weekend - watching the pulsations of upside-down
jellyfish at the Aquarium (they lay on the bottom of streambeds and have a symbiotic relationship with photosynthetic (algae?) and look like pulsating bunches of seagrass... enjoying telling stories of Maryland microbreweries where the pretzels and mustard were so exquisite with a glass of IPA - getting so excited that I chipped one of my front teeth accidentally biting my fork. Sleeping next to Jesse is heavenly, and so was our laughter at LaSalette, admiring the tackyness of a Catholic Christmas lights display that includes some amazingly bad renderings of Christian poetry. My friends are amazing, showering me with homemade gifts and cards and love. Lloyd was the most particularly thoughtful out of everyone. And Jesse's promise of latin-dancing lessons in the future was another unexpected gift.
I felt pretty stupid in regards to the tooth-cracking incident - I am on my way to the dentist today to try to set right the damage I have inflicted upon myself - and I also felt like a terrible jerk for as we say in business, "dropping the ball" and not following up with Amanda so that she would be able to join our gathering in CT. For that, I am very sad.
But considering all that I have gone through since the passing of my last birthday, and that there is cause to celebrate - now four years since my initial melanoma diagnosis! I will try to make merry and enjoy the fact that my friends are some of the most amazing people on earth.
P.S. Does anyone remember the name of the good microbrewery in Hyattsville, MD? Because I am very saddened that I don't remember.