you say it's your birthday
Well, actually it's my birthday. But you just can't deny those Beatles.
And a nice birthday it was. Leah had to work, but that just let me loaf around all morning (and also work on my little home page a bit) so no complaints there. Plus, she had a good day at work so so much the better. She was done at 4:00, so I went in and we walked around a bit and went down to the beach, and then came back to the promenade and went to my (sometimes) favorite restaurant, McDonalds, for dinner (actually we went to the food court there, so Leah could get some real food while I ate my processed fat). Sadly, something--it may have been the McDonalds, but I'm not pointing any fingers--made my stomach a little upset, so I didn't get to eat any of the delicious cheese pie Leah made for me. I did have some for lunch, though, so that was all good. (I should note that my desire for cheese pie subconsciously represents my stuggle against veganism: it contains only one ingrediant that Leah can eat, and that one is refined sugar. Heehee.) Then Leah gave me my presents--clothes, but that's what I asked for so it's not her fault. I even got a present from Kimberly (she's not only a housemate, she's also Leah's boss!!) because she felt bad for taking Leah away from me on my birthday. She gave Leah something too. All in all it was a wonderful day, and I sure am lucky to be living with such a nice girl.
Oh yeah, lots of people sent me nice birthday wishes and e-cards too, which were all most appreciated! Thanks everyone!
partying with real humans
So besides being my birthday, yesterday was also the birthday of Eileen, a woman Leah works with. To celebrate she invited a bunch of people to some sort of bar or club in Hollywood, but since apparently driving over there is rough, she and her boyfriend rented a van to ferry the whole lot. Which meant that they all had to first gather at her house, which is nice cause it let Leah and me show up there and pay our respects, without having to go dance and things. We can't do all that, cause we get tired.
But we certainly did our duty, cause we were over there for about two hours, which is certainly long enough for a respectable party on its own. It was kind of fun being with real humans of my own age in a social setting, which I haven't done in some time. Not that I'd want to do it on a regular basis, you know, but every once and a while it's probably healthy. One thing that did cheer me up, though: the birthday girl herself was turning 30, and everyone else there (with the exception of baby Leah at 22) was around the same age. And while obviously more mature than me in many respects (the respects that I don't care about, mostly), they sure were't old responsible adults neither. So as I enter my 28th year (that's what it is after I turn 27, right?) I can take heart and take hope that maybe, it isn't all over quite yet.