Una fiesta de futbol -- con fotos!

I've been shamefully lazy in finally getting up a post about the raucously fun time I had celebrating my birthday this year. So I'm finally just going to crank it out, and it won't be that long a post, because I'm lazy, and it won't be that great a post, because things that are fun to do aren't always as easy to describe, or take pictures of, as you can see.

So, see:

As the pictures depict, I celebrated my inexorable march towards death (26, egads!) by getting together some people for an outing to the indoor soccer field in Redwood City. Mostly it was Josh's friends and family, but I did convince Sar, Corey, and Nathan to come out and represent me. We had the field, and the whole soccer building, to ourselves for a couple hours one Saturday afternoon during which we played quite a few games (first to five points) that were punctuated by Gatorade/Coke/Bud Light and Dorito breaks. Clearly we have our health in mind.

Actually, maybe we do -- despite the competitive level of play, no one was seriously injured (does a semi-broken toe count as injured? I guess it kind of does). I was pretty seriously bruised, though, as I imagine we all were. And I kind of have a huge knot under my right knee that looks disturbingly like a second knee. But the main complaint I heard from people post-game was soreness. I consider that the soreness of having a fantastic time! Booyah! Which I know I did.

I hope everyone had a good time -- there were solid plays and good athleticism all around. Some of us went balls-out a bit more than others (I'm looking at you, Andy!), but we all took our turn in the goal (not as bad as I'd always thought) and we all went home with hundreds of tiny pieces of rubber from the somewhat-ghetto astroturf-in-decline of the field. A little something to remember the day by.

I may have celebrated my 26th like a 10th, but I did enjoy myself a hell of a lot.