I turned 28 on Wednesday. A bunch of us met up at Shakespeare Pub for dinner, drinks, and pleasant conversation. Oh, and to help repel the Dalek cupcake invasion by dismembering and eating them. It being a British pub, the waitresses actually knew what Daleks are, and thought the cupcakes were brilliant. Which they are.

Good times were had by all.

On Wikipedia, of course, you can learn all about the tons of things that have happened on my birthday, including:

• the first sighting of the Loch Ness Monster;
• the end of one English civil conflict and the start of another;
• Michael Collins died, stretched lifeless in lone Béal na mBláth;
• The Scream was stolen, again.
• &c, &c, &c.

I share a birthday with Langley, Dorothy Parker, Ray Bradbury, and Yaz.

It turns out the number 28 itself is pretty interesting. infopractical pointed out that this is my second and last perfect year, so I better make the most of it!