There is nothing like a semi-spontaneous party to make you feel like things are good. We played music and showed the trumpet player what late night sounds can be like. My roommate came home in the middle of it and joined right in, proving herself to be the best roommate ever. Mom's famous ice cream cake was a hit as always. I think it was a good birthday for the birthday person, full of unwanted but benevolent attention.
Dinner at Claim Jumper produced names for my future cat--Peter Elbow--and for my book of poetry--Antler Chandelier.
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