Birthday fun.

My birthday was good! News leaked throughout the group; we wound up meeting in a square downtown and then continuing to the cheapest beer in town. Namm! Eventually we stumbled about in the drizzle and, of course, I wound up at Prikið so that I could rape myself with an overpriced Corona.

I haven't got any really funny anecdotes for the evening, other than that my sole present was a great jar of caviar from my Dutch housemate, Guus, who I'll introduce later in another post.

I do, however, have a few pictures.

My card and caviar. Thanks, Guus and Nils!

This is Alice, from England. Thought-provoking company; very feisty.

Jakup (spelling?) from Poland; Laura from Germany, and her German friend. Great folks, all.

Despite the good cheer and birthday elation, for some reason I'm beating myself up about a lot of things these days; I did, though, come to Reykjavík to be introspective. I'll let you know when I quit singing "Low Five" under my breath...

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