I was glad I grabbed a sweater: it was cold there. Also, there is the matter of that hat. Well, it was windy. And that used to be a much better hat, until I went out in the boat at Heathah's parents, and then Ceej and I were at the front of the boat and Dave stopped the boat and a big wave came over the side and over my head.

First time I ever wore that hat. So actually it's spent more time being an old weird hat than it ever did a fresh, cute new hat. Which may be a metaphor for life, but whatever: Ceej and Tony and I were like a pile of puppies in Jen's back seat on the way back to college, all curled up and exhausted, and that was more than worth the hat.

Right, where was I? Kites. Got it.

We got to watch both kite choreography and battle kites. Last time we had missed the battle kites, and that was something pretty cool to see. The people who were good were apparent even to the untrained eye.

You have to love a birthday that involves giant squid floating overhead. Well, I do. You don't have to, I suppose.

A lot of the really nifty kite stuff was not very photogenic. The guy who could work three trick kites at a time, for example; hard to get that on still film. But very cool nonetheless.

Then we went home.