Slowly catching up to my real age, which is 50.

On June 29, I hit the halfway mark and celebrated in high style at Piney Lake with family, old friends, new friends, a dog, DEET, and many evil mosquitos. Thanks to all in attendance. It couldn't have been nearly as raucous without you. (Pics courtesy of the incomparable Emily Dunn.)


The toast.


Revelers.


The birthday swig.


I don't usually smile like that.


Legs.


T and me.


FIRE!


Dickless, doing what he does best.


The other thing Dickless does best, almost injuring himself horribly.


The whole shebang.


Again, a very unusual smile, but I was probably looking at Jeff right beforehand. Also, Matt is way too cool for school.


Drunk. Also, Charlie's t-shirt has Gandalf on it. This is an awesome thing.


La familia, plus the Turncrantz.


The organizers. Jeff's not making a poopy face. Amazing!


The toast, round 2.