|Bubbles made me a cake with race bib on it.|
In the context of running, this means I have entered the "Masters" category.
Moving up into the next age bracket is supposed to be a nice consolation prize for getting older. You get to compete against a new set of older and ostensibly slower runners for age group awards.
But it turns out that I have actually entered a more competitive bracket.
If you look at the results of just about any race around here, 6 out of the top 10 will be guys in their 40's.
I will kind of miss placing in my age group.Oh, well.
Anyway, Shannon and Bubbles threw a very nice birthday party for me. It had everything you would want in a birthday party:
- glow sticks
- a trampoline
- a packed hot tub
- baby bats
- pink flamingos (plastic)
- prune juice
- law breaking
- a piñata
- a cake with no cake in it
- lots of good friends
- a turkey baster
|My new lawn ornaments|
Gift #1 will keep you quite loose,Gifts were age appropriate, such as a large print Readers Digest and a VHS tape of Matlock.
It's a tasty, nutritious, dark colored juice,
When you feel you can't poo,
Ho lookee in the loo,
This will help you drop a deuce
|whacking the piñata, filled with Gu and Kashi bars|
Next came the cake.
Bubbles made me a wonderful cake from a recipe that I had stuck to the fridge.
It was my failed recipe for healthy oatmeal raisin cookies, which contains no flour, sugar, or oil. It only has oatmeal, eggs, yogurt, crushed pineapple and lots of dried fruit and nuts. While it is a fails to make cookies, it surprisingly makes a wonderful cake. Though some people would instead describe it as an "fiber brick".
|In the background Quincy eyes the "cake" skeptically, while Bart heroically tries to choke it down|
To cap off the evening, we all packed into the hot tub:
It was a great party. Thanks to Shannon and Bubbles for throwing it, and to everybody who came!