24, I can't believe I'm getting so old. I had an amazing birthday today, especially thanks to (e:terry) and (e:paul).

When I got home from work they gave me two presents - a new bike light with laser projected lanes, and a swiss army bike tool kit. Watch out for me cause I make my own lane. Too bad the lasers can't shoot at encroaching cars.



We then went with my family to Mezza for some Latvian goodness. I got a birthday falafel, my lieblingsessen, and Paul and I split a pomegranate salad. The waitress even brought me a rice pudding with a candle in it when she found out it was my birthday.




To ratchet up the blood sugar levels further my mom made me a chocolate peanut butter cake we had at home.

At the end of the night the three of us finished up with a laser fenced bike ride around the Delaware park and up main.



Can't wait to get turnt tomorrow night with all the peeps. 7:30pm, be there!

Here's to another year with the most amazing guys ever. I can't wait to get even crazier on every single level :D

Last night I helped (e:robert) finish replacing his HTC Desire 816 G LCD screen.

He had partially disassembled it but couldn't finish it because the video he found was in Hindi(?).



Weirdly enough there were almost no English videos or tutorials on what to do.

There was a German one - so I got to kill two birds with one stone and practice some technical language too.

With the new porch furniture (e:Paul) went and bought, dinners in the summer are now oh so fancy. (Not al fresco as I thought earlier, because in Italian that apparently means in prison ) Here is are white bean and artichoke linguine with chard, plus farmers market fruit, beans, and grilled tempeh. Yum.

Warning - flowery butts ahead!

We headed to Brushwood on Saturday for Dionysis with (e:Terry)'s mom. The weather was sunny and perfect. A ton of Buffalo people including Mike, Seth and Dana were down there.

The night itself was crazy and I talked to a ton of people. Not that I remember any of them. Terry even had a conversation with a skunk.



We blew ourself up a breakfast fire in the morning and had some delicious cheesy eggs courtesy of Terry. (Too bad it was full of plastic and garbage - Brushwood hippies are really the worst kind of hippies.)









And (e:paul) weaved us some beautiful flower tails, which ended up in Terry's hair.