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daveamongus) had his twenty-fifth birthday yesterday, so today was the party, at his girlfriend's house - mainly in the kitchen, which #2 Brother more or less singlehandedly remodeled for her several months ago (they survived kitchen remodeling together - I think she's the one who's going to be around for the long haul, no matter who has a ring and who doesn't, among my brothers' significant others...). My dad slipped out of work in 'the bunker' for a couple of hours to attend, his ID badge still clipped around his neck, and daveamongus called when he got off work (y'know. in Baghdad.) so for a bit there it was almost like we were all together, which hasn't happened since Christmas or so.
It was a little strange, that half hour spent crowded around the speakerphone. Conversation was a bit awkward with eight people on one end and one on the other, especially since we were working around a satellite delay, and there were several odd pauses where no one said anything. I suppose that, since we do hear from Dave every day or two via his LJ, there's not much that we desperately need to know about how he's doing, and not too much that we need to say - and yet it was the first time I'd heard his voice since February. I settled for listening to everyone else ask him questions, and getting needled about my extreme tardiness with care packages (worst. sister. ever.) and saying something stupid about cookies.
So, yeah. Petted the dogs, gave m'brother a funny card, hugged everybody, petted the dogs some more. Ate too much. And now, home again home again, in my quiet dim apartment. Time to do some writing, or maybe just fall asleep on the couch untiliuliamentis and helaaspindakaas get home from Iulia's brother's birthday party.
daveamongus) had his twenty-fifth birthday yesterday, so today was the party, at his girlfriend's house - mainly in the kitchen, which #2 Brother more or less singlehandedly remodeled for her several months ago (they survived kitchen remodeling together - I think she's the one who's going to be around for the long haul, no matter who has a ring and who doesn't, among my brothers' significant others...). My dad slipped out of work in 'the bunker' for a couple of hours to attend, his ID badge still clipped around his neck, and daveamongus called when he got off work (y'know. in Baghdad.) so for a bit there it was almost like we were all together, which hasn't happened since Christmas or so. It was a little strange, that half hour spent crowded around the speakerphone. Conversation was a bit awkward with eight people on one end and one on the other, especially since we were working around a satellite delay, and there were several odd pauses where no one said anything. I suppose that, since we do hear from Dave every day or two via his LJ, there's not much that we desperately need to know about how he's doing, and not too much that we need to say - and yet it was the first time I'd heard his voice since February. I settled for listening to everyone else ask him questions, and getting needled about my extreme tardiness with care packages (worst. sister. ever.) and saying something stupid about cookies.
So, yeah. Petted the dogs, gave m'brother a funny card, hugged everybody, petted the dogs some more. Ate too much. And now, home again home again, in my quiet dim apartment. Time to do some writing, or maybe just fall asleep on the couch until
iuliamentis and helaaspindakaas get home from Iulia's brother's birthday party.