(Y'all know I don't ONLY talk about politics; originally posted at my LJ account)
As you may or may not know, Saturday was my 25th birthday. While I don't have the blessings of awe-inspiring birthdays that some of us have, I do occasionally get pleasantly surprised. And this time, it was a hoot.
The whole shebang started on Friday, when I had a chance to chat with J--who among other things gave me some perspective on some social bits that makes me feel better about myself. (Thanks!). She also manged to spill the beans that my cat was bribed to distract me -- though about what I was usnsure, just that there was "something". (The cat, btw, has decided that my sitting in a chair and NOT rapidy typing is a sign that I'm free to pet him. Ah, well.)
When I woke up Saturday, and mulled around making some NPCs for my Exalted game, the most-excellent wife told me that she was heading out for some errands and work -- and quite amazingly gave me the firm impression that nothing all too special was going to happen this year. So, I took up P's invitation to hang out with him on my b-day: the man bought me beer and microwave chimichanguas, and managed to get me to while away five-seven hours at a few rather addictive video games. (If only I could substitute the hours I spend at work playing video games... ah, then I'd have time to play and still be creative.)
Now, I know P rather well and the man's cool -- but he's not as good a liar as the wife. I did have enough for my fiendishly-plotting novelist/gm mind to detect a plot, and so when T picked us up and said he wasn going to have to leave from the party early I wasn't surprised at all. (T, if you don't know, was born almost exactly one year after me: 80 was a leap year.)
So we get back to my apt, and not only is the entire public area CLEAN, but it's DECORATED!!! And there are various party goods, celebrations, and a no-killing-T cake with a shared happy birthday bit and enough candles to serve as a five-minute campfire. We blew out the cake, feasted on shrimp(1) and fake crab and other party goods, and generally had the sort of low-key party that I enjoy.
The real surprise came when it came around to open the gifts. T can let you know what he got if he wants; I was rather pleasantly surprised with an inundation of gifts. Apparantly, the Mrs. took the birthday money I was going to spend on not-drudgery, gathered a collection from the rest, and went to almost clean out a local game store's collection of Exalted books. And fifteen shiney new dice. (You can never have too many. I mean it--I'm approaching 100, if I haven't passed that already, and I STILL have room for more dice.)
So, T left, and M and I went out to get some alcohol -- a minor collection, which we mused over until well after everyone else dropped. And, of course, the highlight of the evening was seeing F, whom had slipped into the "might be a figment of my imagination" style of friednship. (I didn't poke him to make sure he was real, but the thought occured to me.)
Sunday is game day ("and the Lords said, honor the sabbath, and we honor the sabbath and the Lord and give thanks for the world he made us by pretending to live in a totally different world..."), and it was supposed to be AASB, same as every week. But since P & JS couldn't make it, we wound up doing some pre-gaming for the Wednesday Exalted game.
Much fun was had, A got his charater to Exalt in the kind of heroic shuffle that I might be bragging about for awhile, and both she-A and M got plenty of face time and some character development.