Something funny about friends is when you get to know a person well enough that their shortcomings become endearing. Bryce will NEVER remember my birthday. He'll never remember yours either, and only vaguely remembers his family's dates. He was around for my 17th and 23rd, and nothing in between. Somehow it's just become entertaining to make fun of him for this, and to see him battle it futilely. Granted, he's generally had excuses, like not being back in Davis (19-21), or for my 22nd actually having to go back to Davis while I remained in Long Beach. Now there's that whole "Iraq" thing. This is going to be fodder for his retirement party.