a shiny noise-maker night.

One of my best friends had a birthday today.  Since his family is in California, his pseudo-family stepped in.  Gag presents dominate: a Justin Bieber poster and a Taylor Swift calendar.  (You should have seen his look of despair when he realized who graced the poster.  Priceless.)  Kayla made him a delightful chocolate cake with sprinkles on top.  We blew up a whole bag of little balloons and littered the floor with them.  Thomas contributed his brand new games, and I'd wager the entire building heard us yelling "ONE!" and "TWO!" during Pit.  In my experience, there are two people during every game of Pit who band together and make sly, under-the-table trades: tonight, Rachel and James fulfilled the roles.  Ernst was a good sport and played all the games he hated.  I wore a shiny gold noise-maker in my hair and thought, "I like birthdays."