34

On Monday, I turned 34.  In what has been my tradition, I took the day off from work, and I met up with my friends for drinks, conversation, and an all around good time.

As the night ended, one of my friends–Ivars–reminded me of something I sometimes forget: I have some damn good friends.  My friends came out and joined me on Monday night to celebrate my advancing years.

The Roman orator Cicero said it best:

Friendship is nothing else than an accord in all things, human and divine, conjoined with mutual goodwill and affection, and I am inclined to think that, with the exception of wisdom, no better thing has been given to man by the immortal gods.