the last time you read this diary, i was in my early 20s

8:44 a.m., Mar. 25, 2003

I turned 25 on Sunday. My dad said he was happy I hit a quarter-century before he hit a half-century, but I noted that if he did the math, that was never a possibility. He was happy to hear that I knew enough math to figure that out.

Keith and I celebrated by walking down to Yoshi's for brunch, going to Field's for ice cream and shopping and then watching the Oscars* at Tasha and Bob's party. Keith also got a CD of variations on "Happy Birthday" that he played in the morning, while I got dressed. It was very sweet.

The night before, we went to the Congress with our friends, and that was fun too. They make pretty good pizza and a damn good old-fashioned, although the sidecar at the Congress leaves something to be desired. (Like lemon juice). Also, we ate cake with strawberries and peaches on top.

All in all, it was a fine birthday. Pretty low-key, but that's how I like to live my life. Drama just isn't my bag.

*I enjoyed them. Steve Martin should host every year and no one egregious won. I was floored when Adrien Brody won, and pleasantly surprised by wins for Chris Cooper and "Spirited Away." I'm still sorting out how I feel about Polanski - I didn't see "The Pianist," but I do know that he's a phenomenal talent. Then again, he also drugged and raped a 13-year-old then ran away. I guess you can separate the work from the man, but it's a little hard for me.

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