I had a happy birthday weekend relaxing with my sailor. Friday night we went to a local bar and grill for dinner, Saturday we stayed in, and Sunday we trekked to Fresno for the evening. We had dinner at the Cheesecake Factory, and in a happy turn of affairs, I convinced Jason to get his own digital camera in order to document his deployments.
Speaking of those, Jason left yesterday afternoon. He'll be gone for the rest of the month. I took the day off from work in order to bid him a proper goodbye, so we slept in later than usual, I made him a nice breakfast, and then I sat with him at the air terminal on base until his plane was ready. I let out a few gulpy sobs when I got in the car, but sucked it up quickly and got on about my day.
Last night I had a hot date with my VHS converter, uploading clips from my fourth grade spring program. That was way back in 1992, and the tape is somehow still holding together after 18 years. Miraculous!
Check it out, and stick around until the two-minute mark, because the second soloist will give you chills:
That's me on the left end of the front row. Choir for life, yo.