During the rest of the afternoon there was running, bike riding (on a seat made of concrete), watching of the Pebble Beach pro-am, napping (jet lagged Deven), Drew fielding 1,000 phone calls and enthisiastic preparation of flank steak and caesar salad. Much garlic was minced in honor of the birthday. We watched two episodes of Downton Abby -- everyone got sucked in. Deven cried when Sybil received her father's blessing to marry Tom. The presentation of the cake, inscribed Happy Birthday W.G.D., was accompanied by what had to be the WORST singing ever. Some people sang in Spanish (Happy Birthdayo to you-o).
Drew's first words Monday morning were: I am glad it is my birthday MONTH and not just one day.
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