Has it really been a week since I’ve updated last? Yikes.
As seems to be the tradition since I’ve reached “adulthood,” my natality seems to be a week-long celebration. Wednesday night I went over to Sofa’s apartment for an evening of Bones and wine coolers as we are wont to do, except she surprised me by taking me up to the roof of her apartment and wishing me a happy birthday as it turned midnight. We then proceeded to watch Bones until we passed out around 5:30am. She went to work, I stayed in her apartment and watched more Bones until I had to meet up with my friend Jess for lunch.
Russ joined us for Indian food at Tiffin Wallah on 29th and Lexington and then we enjoyed an absolutely gorgeous day walking around New York City. In the evening, hoards of people appeared at my door to go to the Astoria Beer Garden, where we had pitchers of a girly cocktail and the non-vegetarians indulged in some bratwurst. In my life I have been extraordinarily blessed with friends and I am grateful for each and every one of them.
This past weekend, Bear decided to hold his annual shorehouse party, so he and I and Katranna drove down to Brick Township to set up and wait for everyone else. It was a large turnout this year and the best part of Friday night was when Oz set off his leftover fireworks from the Fourth of July for my birthday as the rest of us sat on the roof.
Saturday we spent the day jetskiing and swimming in the bay, although the winds picked up later in the day, grounding us for the evening. We later went to the boardwalk at Point Pleasant and played DDR, rode the rides, and ate waffle ice cream sandwiches the size of our heads before we returned to the shorehouse for a game of drunken Trivial Pursuit as the most gothic and beautiful storm raged over the bay outside.
Sunday Bear, me, White-Harp, The Inimitable Bex, and Oz went down to the dropzone. Bex and Oz were going tandem, but Bear and I had hoped to complete our A licenses that day. As per usual, there was NO SUCH LUCK. Bear and I at least got one coached jump in before the winds picked up later in the day. Laticia and I practiced a two-way linked exit this time, which was actually a lot of fun, and some side sliders. Flying with my knees is something I have hard time wrapping my head around, but hopefully I can work on this in the tunnel. Bear and I are going to tunnel camp in Raeford, North Carolina next week and we are STOKED. Nathan even said we might be able to try some 4-way RW (relative work) in there. Yay!
As bummed as I was not to be able to get my A license checkout dive done (and filmed—Laticia would be filming me), it was an amazing week. 24 has gotten off to a good start.
Later, I also promise a review of NAAMAH’S KISS by Jacqueline Carey, which I devoured over the weekend.