3.14159265358979….I can continue to the 50th digit. Random shit. When I was in high school, my geometry teacher was obsessed with Pi. So we celebrated Pi every March 14th. We brought in pies. He gave us extra credit for memorizing Pi. Extra extra credit to anyone who could memorize it to the furthest digit. Extra extra credit for students who could say Pi to the 50th digit in record time. I love it. To this day, I’ll always remember Pi day. Thanks Mr. Aksioncyzk!
Speaking of high school, I spent Pi Day 2010 with my elementary school friend. We also went to high school, by the way. His sister’s daughter had her christening at Christ the Light Church by Lake Merritt in Oakland. Then a whole crew of 50+ people headed back to Alameda for dinner. It was a lot of fun. Even Dean (who barely knew anyone) kept saying, “That was a really good time.”
I feel so blessed to still be friends with someone after 27 years. So much so that I will cancel all my other appointments to meet up with him whenever he’s in town. That my whole family is invited to his niece’s baptism and his parents ask, “Where are your parents? Why aren’t they here?” There’s something so reassuring about these long-term relationships.