Yesterday was my birthday. I drank copious amounts of Spanish Wine. I ate a lamb pop. I ate an eggplant. I laughed a whole lot and I paid for nothing. We talked about Zeppelins and the future was only was only so far as this Friday when we watch Showgirls at Michael's house. I somehow avoided a hangover. It couldn't have been a whole lot better. While pictures pend, enjoy these airships. I know I will.