for my super wild and crazy birthday I worked from home -- a.k.a. watched the Olympics on CBC, which is more entertaining because of the Canadian commercials: Tim Horton's (yes), Greatest Canadian (what?), Little Blue Cow (no); the commentary: "A Canadian Record!" in the 4x200m freestyle relay, and cracks in the competitor's optimism: Rick Say's "I'm pissed off, I'm disappointed, it's crap." -- overdosed on caffeine over lunch, went to yoga, and rode home on a super crowded bus (more collective displays of good humor).
After all of that madness, Jeff (who had picked up Cupcake Royale cupcakes) came over and we picked up a stack of pizzas from Pagliacci and met up with friends for a picnic in Volunteer Park. Even though birthdays are stupid, I had fun and we were entertained by a friendly squirrel, crazy dogs, and energy dense foods. We stayed around until almost dark, leaving before it turned from beloved park [sp&r
] to sexual real estate [stranger
Other snap judgments from the olympics: I want to start swimming, Did gymnastics always have spotters?, and The olive leaf crowns are a nice touch.