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.