A bunch of people sang to me in Third Lobby at midnight. Could we please talk about how "Happy Birthday" being sung to you is possibly the most awkward thing that can happen one time per year? How do you even respond to that? I never know whether to smile or look down or look at people or sing along (the most awkward option).
My sweet sweet roommate made me breakfast in bed, including a candle in a pancake and a new Tinkerbell mug.
My parents made me pizza casserole, potato casserole, spinach salad with banana peppers and feta, and brownies and ice cream for my birthday lunch. (It's all of my favorite food. Don't even worry that it doesn't go together.) Virginia came over and it was wonderful.
That night, Jungle went with Rivendell to the Voyles' house for dinner. It was a great time of fellowship. Anna Clare made birthday cupcakes with cookie dough in them, and we sat by a fire and made s'mores.
Definitely a good birthday.
