For her birthday, Wonderland got a fancy-hotel live-jazz all-you-can-eat-chocolate buffet, and she celebrated by making offensive gestures for the camera.
I was worried, at first: Has anyone outside my family known me for 5 continuous years or more? Then I remembered that my non-grad-school friends from back home count as grownups now.
I can't be sure whether Trev sent me this to show that separation has given him a sense of humour about his time in Alberta, or just to get every piece of it as far away from him as possible. Either way, it's awesome.
The Peter the Positive Panda bus that's perma-parked by the grocery store looks pretty cool until you get up close. Then it just looks pretty Pedobear.
It's hard to get very drunk at Friday-night curling, because the rink is so far out of the city that you feel like you're at the Sherwood Park refinery parking lot. But curling is pretty awesome anyway.
Big crowd on campus for the olympic torch. The rest of the route was less crowded, so I jogged along following it. You can tell I was jogging by how bad the photos are: Luckily T has a steadier hand:
This afternoon I made it to my first Edmonton Improv event, and this evening we hosted a techno-nerd party to celebrate our binary address. Chris embodied the event pretty well.
We've been tidying. After three days in a row of not leaving the house, that means the number of rooms in our 1-bedroom apartment not completely taken up by beds is down to 2.