Cale's birthday six-months had already shortened to a birthday month by the time we got to Samoa. However, this year Cale shortened it even further to a fully-understandable birthday weekend. When your birthday is on a Monday, how can you not celebrate the entire weekend?
Cale started his birthday weekend with a little computer disassembly.
Then we moved into dinner at Wildfire. The next stop was going to be drinks at Cocktails, but we got there and it was overflowing with palagi. So we hid out at Erik's until I fell asleep on his mattress (oh the joy that is a mattress) and then we caught a cab home with Tetsuya.
Saturday was the day of failure. We wanted to catch a bus into town to see a movie, but I was running late, so we failed to catch the bus and caught a taxi instead. We got to the theater and discovered they were no longer showing Public Enemies and we had to settle for Crank 2 instead. Crank 2 was so terrible we walked out of it in the first 15 minutes. I became incredibly uncomfortable when a Samoan man was sodomized with a shotgun in the first 10 minutes and the rest of the audience thought it was hysterical (I knew he was Samoan from the pe'a).
Next we hung out at the Peace Corps office waiting for the news that the Island Perimeter Relay team was approaching the finish line. I wanted to go photograph them. Except the phone was on silent and we missed the call and when we got there, it was already all over. Then I ate a terrible toasted ham and cheese sandwich. Then we went back to the office to hang out until Matt was done so we could do drinks with him. We went to meet the perimeter racers at Italiano's after their awards ceremony, but the table was too full and I didn't want to eat the pizza anyway. So we called it a day and taxied home. So basically we spent all day in Apia and accomplished nothing. Though we did see a container ship stuck on a sand bar that was listing dangerously to one side out past the harbor. Rumor has it is still out there today.
Sunday was much more successful. We sat around the house reading books and listening to soothing music all day. Cale had is birthday scotch and I had vodka and juice. I also made Cale a Samoan Lime Pie (there are no Key Limes in Samoa). Of course, in typical gas tank fashion (the gas tank only runs out on Sundays or national holidays), the tank ran out while I was toasting the crust, before I had a chance to bake the pie.
Cale and I headed out for a walk to the nearest open store that sells gas (and what a walk it was going to be). However, we hadn't gotten very far at all when a station wagon stopped and an incredibly helpful gentleman jumped out and offered us a lift. His car was already pretty full with a passenger and a ladder. So Cale and the gas tank hopped in and I headed back home. It only seemed like five minutes passed before he was back with a full gas tank. In addition to giving Cale a lift to the store, the guy also gave him a lift back home AND paid for part of the gas tank just out of general super niceness. I am frequently still amazed by the insane amount of hospitality offered to complete strangers in this country. Blows my mind.
Anywho, I finished the pie. Cale made pasta alfredo with broccoli. It was grand.
Monday was the actual birthday, but we both had work. Cale did get to share some of his pie with the two students he currently has (I am trying to get him to blog about this) and Tetsuya.
Anywho. Happy Birthday Cale!