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Andrea's 30th

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Halifax, 2003.10.29

Unfortunately, today was Chako's last day. After a *slow* start, we got her off by mid-day, and then spent the afternoon catching up on some rest before heading out to the 30th birthday party of "Kate"'s friend Andrea. We wound up in the same run-of-the-mill steak house on Quimpool (had to insert that name into this journal) that we'd headed to on Saturday night.

After the steaks, we headed downtown to one of the many funky night spots that Halifax has (things stay open 'til 4 AM!) and had a few congratulatory drinks for Andrea. It was an ill-lit, byzantine, and generally quite atmospheric drinking hole. Which was a good thing, because one of our party proved quite intolerant of the tequila (and enough about that!)

rand()m quote

It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by the dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who, at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat.

—Theodore Roosevelt, Jr.