21 down, 3068 to go.

Dave felt all fuzy and warm inside. That was odd, since he was eating ice cream at the time, but it definately felt good.

Sitting in his favorite Chinese restaurant, with his favorite Chinese girl by his side and surrounded by some of his favorite people, how could Dave feel anything else but good.

Very Peachy.

During the meal, a very familar song had broke out on the radio...

"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you..."

The staff had brought forth a delightful bowl of ice cream complete with sparkling candle and his day just got better and better from there on in.

Hours later, sitting quitely in his working place, awaiting a long tedious trip down to Skelm, he was surprised to hear the tune begin again.

"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you..."

"You thought we'd forgotten didn't ya?!," laughed Brian, in his ever playful tone.

"This is just a little something from all of us," smiled Sandra as she presented him with a card and a little kiss on the cheek.

'Is that the card or the kiss that's from everyone...?' Dave thought with a little smile.

"And this is just from me and Brian, since your always in our team," added Ann, with a similar card and kiss.

'Wow, a little kiss from Brian, via Ann, what more could anyone ask for.'

Work was quick and painless, Brian dropping Dave outside his pub before most people had arrived.

"I don't really drink anymore," Dave informed his party people as he sipped away at the first of several 'free' vodka-oranges. It was a good night.

The fun spilled on into the following day, with a trip to MacDonalds, the cinema and another all you can eat Chinese. The icing on the cake came in the form of icing, on a cake, with sparklers and yet another edition of

"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you..."

21 years old. Surely 21 is the PERFECT age. Anything younger being young, anything older being old, but 21 was just right. Added to this everything else was going fantastically well in the life of Dave as well.

A two month holiday in China was fast approaching. Who knew what adventures that may bring?

On his return he would return, with his outstanding wife by his side, to claim the Throne of Statisitics, PhD. Once crowned King, he would have little in the way of worries or concerns and would live happily ever after.

This truely was a golden age.

It's good to be the Dave.