I've done something right, b/c these last couple of days have rocked. First, to go to Yosemite in April is a good omen. Second, I returned to SF, to co-host a wickedly scrumptious dinner party. Third, we slept over (if not together) and spent the whole funday-Birthday-Sunday activitaying!
It looked something like this:
Notice my T shirt, and that I am holding crabs. Enough said.

Hilary baked us a cake: 3 diff frostings, 2 colors of cake, 1 gob of sugary deliciousness.

Alison and I are 60 years young combined & our cake looks HOT. 60's hot, right?
This is when us [7] girls started acro-dancing and the [6] guys left. Yeah- we dance, they leave. bummer?!

Next morning; we woke up and jabbed some of that, "remember Chris' house?" & "remember when Joe and his homie showed up?", w/a whole lotta laughter...Then went for a walk.
We have this thang for boys & bicycles- Who doesn't? Any how, this hip pedal pusher bar named Zeitgeist works wonders for eye candy, b/c most attendees (i'd assume all), have a liking for the biking. We rode there as part of our city-birthday search, and found us some dice. Neither gambling or bars are my game, but I enjoyed my hour as a gambler at the bar.
Continuing over to golden gate park, where hundreds of hippies united for our bearthday. Too many hippies were doing hippie shit, so after a brief slackline, we were out.


To Lone Star. Where Chi-town style pizza's served, and our friends reciprocate love.
And it doesn't seem to end. I stayed my usual Sunday night at Ali's and we skipped class to work logistics with this Wednesday's Civic Center 'scapade & Project Coachella on the horizon. Now that that's done, I want to manifest sleeping beauty.