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Part 1 (written yesterday):
Happy birthday to me... Today I am officially one quarter-century old. I'm still like a little kid when it comes to birthdays. Even though I may whine a bit about getting older, I still love birthdays and am not giving them up anytime soon.
I have to admit I am a little depressed about this birthday. Not so much about my age, but more about where my life stands at this point. Here I am at the age when we finally get a little break on our car insurance, and I don't even drive yet. A quarter of a century, and I still have never held a job of any significance. Both are things I'm going to continue working on, though, and I'm not going to let it eat at me today.
Part 2:
I wrote the above in the car on the way to Newport, where we spent the day with Chris' parents. (The "with Chris' parents" part was neither my idea nor my preference, but I won't go into all that.) We got into town about lunchtime, so after finding a place to park, we walked until we found a place to eat, which turned out to be an Irish pub called Buskers. After a mediocre lunch (it was edible, at least) we wandered around, on foot, shopping and just enjoying the gorgeous weather.
Just when my feet were about to burst into flames, we boarded the Spirit of Newport for a one-hour tour of the Newport Harbor. The cruise ship Queen Mary 2 was anchored in the harbor to allow its passengers to enjoy Newport's fireworks display (it was supposed to go to New York, but the New York Harbor was closed for security reasons), and our tour took us right out next to it to see just how massive it is. All of the yachts and sailboats literally looked like ants crawling around it.
After we got off the boat, it was time to find a fireworks-viewing spot for ourselves. We ended up on a grassy area right by the docks, and had we gotten there any later we wouldn't have gotten a spot. We were right behind a tree, and we worried it might block our view, but the fireworks ended up being just below the branches.
The other day on the radio, we heard mention of a recent study that showed that only 7% of Americans have common sense. This concept was quickly proven when the fireworks started, and people began standing up, causing those behind them to stand, in a domino effect until 93% of all the spectators in the park were standing, blocking the views of those of us who had been on our feet all day and didn't want to stand, as well as those unable to stand. It never occurred to any of these people that had everyone remained seated, everyone would be able to see.
From what we could see, the fireworks were decent, although certainly not as spectacular as we expected, considering the owners of the aforementioned cruise ship had contributed an extra $20,000 to the display. After the fireworks we headed home, and saw that common-sense-to-moron ratio proven time and time again... in the traffic leaving Newport, and in the in-car disagreement over whether we should have dinner in Middletown, or wait until we got back to the mainland when everything would be closed and we'd end up at Denny's.
So obviously, we eventually made it home. All in all it was a decent day. Now, Daniel told me he'd only read this if there's mention of my birthday suit, so yes, when I got home I did in fact get into my birthday suit.
Photos to come soon (no, none of the birthday suit). (Update: photos online now.)
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