I had a really great birthday. I was seranaded by a group of pre-schoolers singing Happy Birthday to me in the church office, which was very sweet. Ryan made an amazing cake and brought it to the office before the small group that I lead on Fridays, and we all got to eat super-yummy chocolate cake with raspberries and creme fraiche. I got some very cool presents, including a copy of the hilarious Brick Testament Story of Christmas, and some chocolates which will not last the weekend. I also got a birthday wand, with which I bopped Dennis all evening.
After the group, I had a therapy appointment in Berkeley, so I hauled ass across the bay, planning to stop off at home and pop the leftover cake in the fridge (I didn't want to leave it in the car for an hour because of the creme fraiche).
The cake was on a platter, covered in saran wrap. I made it home, got the cake out of the car and was just about there when...plop. Upside down cake, on the floor. I was still holding the platter and staring at it when I realized that the vast majority of the cake was still contained within the saran wrap. So I flipped it back onto the platter, put it in the fridge, and cleaned up the rest. It's not as pretty as it was, but it still tastes great and I still intend to eat it.
Dennis took me out to see Millions, which is the best movie I've seen in a very long time. Run, don't walk.
Whereas this afternoon I am going to see the new Amityville Horror with Ryan, which I do not expect to be all that good. But I remember being deeply freaked out by the original when my young self watched it at a slumber party, so I'm going for nostalgic reasons.
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