Cassie's Birthday!

Cassie's 25th birthday is around this time, though I'm not exactly sure when. Her mother figured that Cassie isn't going to get married anytime soon (those are her mother's words, not mine), so she decided to throw Cassie a big 25th birthday bash at her house. Cassie's parents live south of San Francisco in San Carlos, and Cassie invited a lot of her friends from high school, college (UC Davis), and Berkeley. The party had a catered dinner, a bartender, and a lot of friends, so Tim and I decided to go. We picked up George and Matt around 3 pm, and drove over to the party. When we arrived, all of Cassie's aunts were astonished about my bloody knee, which I got this morning when I was hopping around rocks at the beach on my mountain bike. I guess I didn't exactly stick that particular landing, and my knee came into contact with a very hard rock. Anyhow, a lot of our friends from Berkeley were already there, so we hung around and chatted for a while. The bartender had lemonade, which made me infintely happy. I must have drank his entire pitcher of lemonade. Oops. Eventually, dinner was served, and it was delicious! I was very impressed with the potato salad. Tim and I decided not to sit with the Berkeley crowd, so we could meet some new people. Cassie's neighbors ended up sitting with us, and we had a wonderful conversation. We talked about a million random things including biking, new (and ridiculous) bike laws in San Francisco, critical mass, RIT, NTID, UC Berkeley, the town of Berkeley, Tim's current projects, medical technology, other nearby towns, how beautiful CT is (some children in the neighbor's family went to Yale) and we even talked about Lancaster, PA. We talked about amish quilts, and amish pretzels (which Tim has yet to take me to try) and I was not once bored in what must have been an hour long conversation. It was wonderful, and I am so thankful that we sat at a random table. There's nothing like that; meeting people and having an incredible conversation for an hour. It is so much easier now that Tim helps me out by interpreting what I don't understand. After dinner, the neighbors headed home, and Tim played a game of beer pong. Cassie got a one way ticket to Europe from her parents, and her parents sang her a loud song about "she's got a ticket to flyyyyyyyy she's got a ticket to fllyyyyyyy she's got a ticket to flyyyyyyy but just one way!" or something along those lines. Cassie's mother is very crazy, and she is a painter. I liked her. The whole family was really nice, and around 9 pm, Tim and I headed home to play with the doggy.