In which our hero discovers the future plans of our heroine.
March means my birthday! And this year, it wasn't on Easter! We continued the tradition of partying at Nye's, and had lots of fun. New additions to this year's party were Mo and Mikey, but we lost Steve to the pressures of fatherhood and marriage. Which prompted me to say to Adam, "So, I'm turning 30 next year. You know what that means." He said, "You're getting old?" I said, "We should get pregnant!" He had another drink.
The great dining room project went on...and on...and on. The wallpaper came down, and the underneath layer of pasty paper was steamed off. The trim continued to be stripped. Adam began to bemoan the fact that we couldn't have people over for long Sunday breakfasts. Cowboy vs Samurai performed at Mixed Blood Theater, and I began giving tours at the museum. And maybe I drank too much on my birthday because that's all I can remember.
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