I turned 37 today. It really isn’t a big deal. This one isn’t, ask me again when 40 rolls around:-) I had Tami, Diana, and a new guy whose name I can’t remember over for pancakes and ham. It was a good time. I narrowly avoided disaster when my gas ran out in the middle of cooking. Luckily my new Yemeni neighbors gave me an extra can they had. It was really nice of them and saved me from having a lot of half cooked stuff…
We sat around and chatted for hours, mostly about Yemen and college days. Of course I had my requisite feeling old moments, like when we talked about when Kurt Cobain killed himself. I was in college at the time and it was a big deal to me. The others had dim recollections of it because they were too young. Then I told them that I remember the day John Lennon was killed and they were astounded. I then made them gasp when I told them I remembered the day Elvis died… Ah to be old….
Anyway, a good time was had by all. Tami is making lasagna for dinner tonight and there should be a bunch of people over at the student building for that. This sure beats my usual birthdays back home when I have to celebrate with friends the day before or after and spend the actual day by myself. Yeah, I know, if I would get off my butt and get a girlfriend it wouldn’t be so bad… I’ll work on that when I get back home:-)