30 + 1

Last year our town and a nearby camp suffered a stomach virus epidemic of sorts. I was the first one in our circle to contract the virus, and twenty-one of my friends and family followed. This was during the month that surrounded my thirtieth birthday...we kept trying to have a party, but everyone was bowing out of social functions and choosing to disinfect entire buildings with bleach instead. 

So, this year, my friends made up for it with a big "30 +1" surprise bash at the patio of a local coffee shop. Lots of yummy food and cake (I was even offered a mocha containing chocolate vodka--accepted the mocha, declined the vodka). To end the evening...while dancing, Priya pulled over the table containing the punch bowl on top of her, broke the bowl, landed under the table, and drenched her cousin in sherbet and sprite. These things happen when you party too hard, I explained. Levi celebrated by taking a napping tour of all the available arms and laps.