In which I can’t believe no one took off their pants.

Vuboq’s birthday party was a resounding success. There were twenty-five in attendance and between us we drank five litres of vodka, a fifth of rum, and half a bottle of tequila.

The most amazing part to me was that no one got loud, no one drove anything with an internal combustion engine or shot off a gun, and no one took off their pants. Vuboq’s friends are all refined, well-traveled, educated, and totally great at totally tanking without getting obnoxious.

I really enjoyed everyone I met – Vuboq is blessed with amazing friends. The conversations were fun and interesting (I even had a great talk with M. about Amma – he’d been to India and had met a hugging sadhu in a temple), the people were all beautiful, and the birthday cake? Was homemade and gorgeous.

I laughed a lot and talked a lot and got hugged a lot. If I’d had time to write about it yesterday I’d now be relating charming anecdotes in detail, but I opted instead for a nap yesterday afternoon and both of the laptops were getting heavy use anyway with five us here all needing to check email, bank accounts, and blogs on the Internet. (I didn’t bother to bring my laptop because I figured there’d be several here, but Jake didn’t bring one and Jay’s grounded Australian plug won’t fit in the adapter so he can’t use his at all so there’s only two.)

…I was about to relate last night’s events, but the Birthday Girl just told me to get a move on. We’re going to the mall to wander, and the weather’s gorgeous.