Nothing　can male you feel *so much* like a little kid, as riding a bicycle home when your a bit tipsy. I got back to Wakakusa with pink cheeks, still singing the Japanese fight songs, and was just downright loopy. Then the dorm gave me a beautiful surprise birthday cake and asked me to give a speech. Oh no, drunk Nihongo speech... I think I said "This is my favorite birthday ever. I love Japan. You are all my friends. This is my new home. Thank you." But it coud have easily been "This is my most Japan new birthday home with friends Thank you very much." Hmmm... it's the thought that counts, right?