Birthday weekend.


I turned twentysomething. My age is represented somewhere in these numbers.


Leon took me on a crazy walk in North Beach. We got to this car and he said, "happy birthday, I got you the tiniest, cutest yellow car in the world! Just kidding, you got some sweaters and a pair of shoes. Let's walk a million blocks back to the hotel."


We ate at Greens. This is what was left of my appetizer. According to my calculations each olive pit was worth about 10 dollars each. Yum.


We saw Jens play. Every song was about me, except the mean ones.


He sang me happy birthday in swedish and gave me a rose. Here we are, rosy.


Birthday bacon. Leon made me order it. That's the best I could do because the rest was kind of fatty.