It has been a pretty wild week around Casa Seguin. Most of this revolves around lab politics and scientific maneuvering that Matt informs me is too boring to dominate my social interactions. I appreciate having someone around to remind me what fun looks like. Instead, I'll share with you some of the highlights of celebrating my birthday, but imagine them set to a background of work related tension and sleep deprivation.
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My birthday was Tuesday. At work that morning, a colorful bouquet and chocolates and balloon was delivered to my desk, complements of Matt. I think he must have learned something from Dad- there is no where to hide such a thing, so it sat out where even people walking down the hall felt compelled to pop their heads in and wish me a happy birthday.
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That evening, Matt drove me and a couple co-workers to Kennywood, Pittsburgh's own amusement park. We rode roller coasters, and antique rides, stuffed ourselves with corndogs and funnel cake and ice cream, and stayed until the fireworks display. It was Italy Day at the park, which meant everyone stayed to see a ~20 min fireworks display at the end of the night. I told you Pittsburghers love their fireworks. I screamed myself hoarse, laughed until I had a bellyache and smiled until my teeth were tired.
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The next day, the gifted wife of a co-worker brought in the birthday cake we've been joking about for nearly a year. The piece centered around a Chocolate Moose, filled with a chocolate mousse. Yeah, Moose Mousse! But it gets better- it the moose was nuzzled into a yellow cake base that also held a spice cake Igloo, the whole affair swaddled in arctic marzipan. Can you believe this?? I told her this was exactly what birthday cakes look like back home, and I was pretty grateful to have a friend here who would go to the effort to recreate the traditional Alaskan birthday for me.
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Remember that balloon that Matt had delivered? I untied it from the vase, and let it drift around in the fans that are a constant in the summer weather. I like to picture what happens next from the perspective of the cat. Another one of those smarmy ribbons is sneaking around the house- this time completely defying gravity- it doesn't quite touch the ground. After a few attempt to get the ribbon to accede to gravity by throttling, he decides to kidnap it. He grabs the ribbon (and balloon) in his mouth and run across the house with it- only to be stopped when the balloon hits a ceiling fan- spooking his hair straight and giving the balloon a chance to flee. The balloon has been moving all over the house when we aren't looking- I don't think fans are involved.
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