Twenty-Eight is a Perfect Number, Good Age
Miami Beach, United States
I like being 28; it's a good age.
I've always thought the eights (8, 18, 28, 38, 48, etc..) to be the last year before people start hearing your age and focusing on the decade of years to follow:
…Twenty-eight? Ah, just a more matured twenty-something.
…Twenty-nine? Watch out! Almost in your thirties there big guy!
Twenty-eight: Old enough to know better, young enough to get away with it.
It's a composite number, with its proper divisors being 1, 2, 4, 7, and 14.
As a perfect number, it is related to the Mersenne prime 7. The next perfect number is 496, the previous being 6.
Twenty-eight is a harmonic divisor number, a happy number, a triangular number, a hexagonal number,and a centered nonagonal number. Twenty-eight is the sum of the first five prime numbers, and the sum of the totient function for the first nine integers.
Although low-keyed compared to last year's zaniness, this year's birthday turned out to certainly be no less satisfying.
A lovely lingerie-clad Tatiana and I kicked off celebrations at midnight with a casual cerveza and movie on HBO (The Departed). In the morning, she really treated me by getting out of bed and taking care of Aidric every time he asked (cried) for something, which unto itself was really enough of a gift for the day.
She cooked a light brunch and the three of us spent several afternoon hours at Haulover Park's clothing optional beach. The ocean water is starting to get warm enough to swim in, and idling my birthday away on a warm beach, in my birthday suit, is about as relaxing as it gets.
We snacked on Cuban food in the evening, and closing in on midnight broke out a bottle of champagne. Not long after, a prearranged delivery arrived with a huge order of sushi—a rarity that I infrequently get to indulge in.
Birthday spankings were happily administered by Officer Tatiana Boza (whoa):
It was a good day.