As Joost pointed out, today marked the beginning of 30yp.com's fourth year. And indeed, it also meant I wrapped up my 33rd. Then, as Betsy her mom pointed out, I turned 33 on the 9th of the 9th, in the 6th year of the 3rd millennium. That's a lot of threes and multiples of threes there.
Instead of throwing a party, we went to one. The Pretoria Hash was having the AGPU (Annual General Piss Up) and it made sense to go. Marc and Angele joined us once more and, as before, Marc was negatively surprised about the small amount of alcohol consumed.
That is not to say that he and his girlfriend didn't try. And, in fact, Angele even fell over when getting up from the chair she'd been spending most of the evening in. That, in turn, was the result of her twitching her ankle (or more accurately, a ligament) and being rushed to a nearby hospital, but only after the local Reiki master tried beaming down some positive energy in the offending foot.
Ironically, Angele didn't twist her ankle on the run, but while sneaking away from the circle, hoping not to get noticed she'd gone for a wee, avoiding some of the semi-obligatory drinking.
(And, yes, I'm sure this doesn't make much sense to you if you're not a hasher.)
Earlier in the week, on Thursday, I visited Soweto, together with Ismail and Lorenzo, as part of our working on soweto uprisings . com. Stay tuned for more on that one.
And it was only this week, shortly before visiting Soweto, that I really noticed my GPS device was also taken during the break-in we had.