Hopped on the ol' bus and met David at the ol' BS&G for lunch. Despite no longer working together, we've still been able to do lunch fairly often. I hope this trend continues.

On the way back, the bus pulled to the side of the road and stopped. An RTA employee entered. I expected a bothersome delay. Wrong! Within the span of a minute, he removed the fare box, inserted a new one, and left. I couldn't help but smile at the man's quick, competent work.

I played pretty loudly at Hillel. I play loudly when I don't have any ideas. All the banging is viscerally fun but intellectually unsatisfying.

It became February 9, 2000 — my twenty-first birthday — at midnight. Yet in many ways, it was still Tuesday night. So I went to the Euc and found myself getting treated to lots of congratulatory beverages. No thanks to the law, I responsibly imbibed them at a rate which maximized their good influences and minimized the bad, and had a great time.