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On Saturday we concluded my Birthday Celebrations with cake with schoolbuses on it (Thanks Kelly and Neil!) and bowling. Oh, and Kelly bought some strawberries, too, which I devoured. Warning: if you have strawberries and you would like to eat some of them, don't tell me where they are. ESPECIALLY don't tell me where they are if I've been hitting the bizznong, because I'll pour a big pile of sugar and dip each one and yum yum yum, and they're gone.

By the time we headed to the alley the group had dwindled, excuses ranging from spouses having to "get up early and work" the next day, to having to drive home to Vineland and "never having been invited in the first place " (an outright mistruth), to "passing out in his bed because he drank too much and was getting violent again". Man, I mourned when Mitch moved from hard liquor to beer, because he didn't get loopy when he drank anymore; but this Polish everclear he's been hitting lately ("it's got 2 more proofs than Everclear!") has been making him hit all of US.

So the hardcore of us piled into Culann's car and headed to the Playdrome. We had some excellent fucking appemetizers -- food tastes so good when you're drunk and high, especially if it's fried -- and played some horrible fucking bowling. Who cares.

But what made me cry (though I ran into the kitchen so no one would know) was my present from Michelle. She bought me a shirt that she thought would look cute on me, and -- I don't know, I think buying clothes for your friends is really something. You can't just go out and do that, you know? And if you can, then you're probably not doing a very good job. So she got me this shirt, and she said that there was a redhead wearing it at the store (who worked there of course) and she was so excited that Michelle purchased that particular shirt. But she also got me -- drumroll -- a jigsaw. And like twenty spare jigsaw blades, for all my jigsawing needs. She said that she got it because she kept remembering what I had said to her and Kevin, about the jewelry, and that my saying that made me awesome. What I said about the jewelry was that I would want anything but jewelry for (at the time we were speaking) Christmas. I said if I found a diamond ring on the ground, hooray, but that in general, I would want anything else. My first example (with my arms extended in "I'm a human scale" fashion) was "table saw or ring? Table saw." I went on to say "video game or ring? Video game. New glass piece or bracelet? New glass piece. Trip to anywhere or necklace? Trip." Et cetera, et cetera. What the hell am I going to do with a ring? Besides lose it, I mean?

So tied for Best Birthday Present are the dining room table my parents paid for, and the jigsaw. And I picked the table out myself, so Michelle wins. Man, I got her the shittiest birthday present, and she's the greatest friend. So I'm keeping my eye out, folks. I would give that girl the moon, if I thought she wanted it. But thanks to everyone for a glorious Birthday Week! Huzzah!


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Mar. 4th, 2002 06:22 pm (UTC)
be careful when stoned and feeling creative...even though the jigsaw sounds like a good idea....it could turn out very _bad_...
Mar. 5th, 2002 03:10 pm (UTC)
I have always wanted to have a real bed like a real boy. Will you make a bed for me, Washu? If not, I will have to kill you.

Choose wisely.
Mar. 6th, 2002 04:57 am (UTC)
Okay, sure, I can do that Mr. B! How tall are you?
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