We celebrated my 41st birthday with two events: A barbeque at my house on Saturday the 22nd (amazingly, the party ended before sunset); and a nice dinner out with Amy on my actual birthday, the 24th, at the glitzy Literati II restaurant on Wilshire in Brentwood.
On my birthday, I worked 10.6 hours, landed a new client, won an appeal, and ruined a Brooks Brothers windowpane shirt when a red pen came uncapped in the pocket. Overall I think I came out ahead.
Photos below -- in reverse chronological order, 'cause that's how Picassa works.
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