Unbirthdays

This morning on my walk from the metro I passed a beautiful blossoming tree.  I should've taken a picture, I know, but work had us trade in our AT&T fanciphones for Verizon droids.  What kind of cutesy name can you give a droid? And how do you use this thing?  It just keeps saying "Drooooid" in its creepy voice and I don't even know how or why.  I keep forgetting to take home the manual so I can read it.  All I've learned to do is install facebook, which I guess tells you more than you need to know about me.

Had I known how to operate the camera feature without looking like a typical spring-break tourist I would've snapped one.  They were so lovely and reminded me why spring is wonderful.  The blossoms make me think of apple blossoms which make me think of birthdays which then made me think of a different spring treat this year.

J-Man and I went to an unbirthday party.

If you're wondering what that is, we totally were too.  We had been told there would be games and that it would be very, but not too, Swarthmore.

Saturday, as J-Man determined he had passed his maladies and hallucinations and could rejoin the healthy human race again, we hit the road for Bmore.  J-Man hoped we'd drive through Hamsterdam (you know, from the best [crime] drama ever) and I just hoped traffic wouldn't be bad

If you were on the East coast Saturday you know it was crazy end-of-the-world storms, which are happening way too often.  The rain was so tough we could barely see.  Even though I was nervous the whole time with J-Man driving, I think I've listed enough bad karma with driving to demonstrate why I didn't take the wheel.

J-Man got us there, and we realized we didn't have a gift for the gift exchange.  Not knowing the party would be overflowing with deliciousness we got danishes.  Everyone likes danishes right?  I guess.  Unless you're diabetic.  Or vegan.  Or not a morning person.  I mentioned it was raining though, right? And our options were limited?

After a few hours of drug-pushing by trading colored jelly beans and avoiding being caught by policemen yelling "Freeze, garbagehead, freeze," playing a modified whiffle ball where the ball was attached to a light fixture's on/off cord, making pirate ships out of paper and wax paper strong enough to hold pennies, Old Bay, and Grey Poupon, and a hallway three-legged two-handed starfish race that left one of the hosts banged up, we had a good sense of an unbirthday party.  There was a lot of laughter, a lot of meeting new people, and even some coloring.  A room full of 20somethings were transformed into competitive goofballs.

That's not the best part though.  During the gift exchange, we kinda lucked out.  I ended up with a bright orange scarf that will be perfect for another late spring slice of sunshine - Reunions.  I'm certain there will be much more on that topic in late May

So happy spring, happy blossoms, happy (un)birthday!