(Read this while keeping in mind that of course it would have been better if all of you had been there too, OK? OK.)
There was a restorative yoga workshop. For my birthday. In my house. Seven of us and our unbelievably awesome yoga teacher lying on the dining room floor. There aren't really words to describe how perfect and hilarious and perfect and awesome and perfect it was, so you'll have to trust me, but it was great. Visiting friends and long Metro rides and fun brunch, etc.: great. All of it: great. I still am on a fun-weekend high. Best. Birthday. Ever.
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