happy (belated) birthday to the funniest man in my life!
to the man who wears bunny costumes for fun, dances with me in my living room until 4am, buys me beer just because, wears du-rags in public, makes me laugh so hard my sides ache, comes over for TV night & dinner, gets the wine sweats worse than any human i’ve ever met, gives me tshirts if i go get his smokes, introduced me to felch (the drink, not the sexual act), is obsessed with air jordan…
here’s to you, dan!
i love you bucket-loads.
you fucking weirdo.
it’s my birthday tomorrow!
my brother, his fiancée and i all have the same birthday. last night we all went to my parents’ place for an amazing turkey dinner (complete with stuffing, veggies, and cheese & kale potatoes). they got us a chocolate brownie ice cream cake, and we watched the finale of survivor!
my parents got me an alarm clock/ipod dock, and $50 for the herb & spice. and my brother and jo got me really cute spice racks with all the spices i’ll need!
tomorrow i’m heading over to adam’s with some friends for a bbq, and on saturday i’m having a birthday party. hopefully this year’s party will involve less theft and pictures of dicks on my phone, and more living room dance parties + tshirts with my face on them.
some of the montrealers will be in town, so it’s bound to be a fun night!
also, my friend casey’s band is staying at my place on friday after a show they’re playing here. this can only mean three things:
2. the gauntlet/porn
3. grown men in their underwear
i can’t wait for this entire week!