My long birthday weekend began with two of the very best things in the world:
Excellent Nicaraguan rum, and the previously promised fresh strawberries. A pie was made and the yearly reinvigoration continued with the familiar flavor of a perfectly baked pie. Every taste brings back good memories of summers past.
The festivities included a trip to my favorite beach in the East Bay: Middle Harbor Shoreline Park. Our posse cycled through Oakland and arrived at this always eerie, always beautiful park.
We brought a made from scratch green curry. Others brought bread, cheese, fruit, olives, wine, and beer. We ate, drank, and were generally merry. As the sun went down we contemplated the end of our youth and the end of civilization. A cheap bottle of champaign was opened and we toasted to nothing in particular.