Happy Birthday Dave!

Yup, Dave turned 41 today. We borrowed a pizza maker from Vanetta upstairs (which made quite good pizza, especially with the pepperoni she gave us, mailed from the U.S.--who would have thought it could travel that far and still be good?) and bought this cake at the pseudo-European bakery, Einan's. All in all, a good birthday, even without a homemade cake by yours truly. By the way, that's the brand-spanking-new table that the college bought the apartment, along with four lovely chairs. No more moldy fold-up chairs and crotchety fold-up table (which already bit Samuel once). We feel terribly civilized now.