happy birthday Greg!
On a day where I could have comfortably gone to bed at, oh, noon, I didn't really need to attend a party that started at eight o'clock. A party at a bar, no less! I didn't need to, but when could I ever pass up a social engagement?! As I was telling folks there, I try to make it to a bar once a year or so. It was fun chatting with the hip young folks—well, relatively young; the birthday boy was turning 30, after all—but I most enjoyed talking to the only other young couple in the room with a child: one just two weeks younger than Harvey, as it happens! Their son is still nursing, despite his mother's previous conviction that it would be time to stop when he started being able to ask for it. We don't know anyone like that.
They also just bought a house with ten acres of pastures and woodlots, and are thinking about maybe some animals in a few years, so we're totally jealous. And also would like to hang out with them... if only they didn't live several hours away.