27 years old. Hard to believe. Jon baked me a cake and we went to a new restaurant in the mountains with some friends. Around the table - Max, the Russian Mailman we hang out with sometimes, Tom - another american teacher, Andrea - the tan one, Mandi - next to me, and Barbara on the end. It was a great time. The band dedicated a song to me and everyone - the entire restaurant - sang "Happy Birthday" to me, in Spanish of course.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
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