On Your Mark, Get Set...Birthday!
Aug. 30th, 2012 08:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryIt's unlikely that I'll ever get completely caught up on my journal, so I'm just gonna start here, and try to fill in the back log as I'm able.
Woke up to a series of texts from Jurgen, explaining that by "party" he thought I meant under 10 people, and there's no way their huge condo could accommodate enough for my party. Minor freak out. Big Eric's place probably wasn't big enough, and Roommate didn't want to have people over, not to mention trying to negotiate the sound with the landlord. I texted Alex Penn, and he graciously agreed. OMG. I owe that man a fuck.
Tim texted that he was downstairs. I hate when he does that. Not even for the possibility that I might have a guest over so much as for the times that I'm not home, and feel like a failure for not being there when he randomly decides to drop by. We ran some errands, I picked up mixers and a bottle of starter vodka for the party, very irritated at the number of people who hadn't rsvp'd. Tim had some other errands to run, but I hadn't heard back from Tom, so I he opted to come with me to look for him. No RV, no answer when I called. And the nice lady at Gelato Vero hadn't seen him either.
Back at home, I added a couple more songs to the list, chopped veggies and whatnot, then showered and headed over. I actually had more prepwork to do there, and Alex didn't have speakers to play my music. He offered to just put on a music channel, but I'd rather have my music quiet than someone else's music loud. Wyatt was the first person there at 6:30, empty handed. Not even a card. OK. Lots of people came, and everyone was very sweet. Rob showed an interest in Matt, but respected my batshit crazy jealousy. Matt, for his part, was a little tipsy when he showed up, and tried to make out with me. Guy and David showed up, and we briefly talked about Shelton. Guy had seen him when they both posted to my FB picture, and hit him up from there. I don't like playing pimp - the least you could do is include me - but I was on such a high from seeing everyone, I decided not to care. FHA, Jonathan, and Former Roommate Aimee came - he brought a bottle of Vodka of the Gods, and a damn near frame worthy card addressed to "Kiki Bunny" with me in my green wifebeater, with my necklace and beard, holding a cocktail.
Big Eric came around 7:30 with his surprise - he bought a vegan cake from Whole Foods. So touched. Seriously. Tearing up as I write this now, almost a week later. I would later see that the cake said "Happy 30th Birthday Little Eric" as well. Tom texted at some point in the evening - he was alive, had probably just relapsed again. OK. Tim showed up later, brought his gifts - a penis straw he demanded I use, and two mikwright style magnets about dysfunctional relationships. I appreciated the thought, even if he's no Anna when it comes to gift-giving.
Really, the only awkward part of the whole night was towards the end of the night, with Wyatt. At some point, he and Guy started flirting. Then Wyatt took off his shirt, which prompted a couple of bacon comments, but also prompted Guy to take off his shirt. Then they disappeared into Alex's bedroom. I talked to David about the lack of class this showed. I expect this kind of shit from Wyatt, but I was a little disappointed in Guy. I can't fathom how he deals. Wyatt came out, poured 1/3 of a bottle of vodka into a cup and ran out the door. At this point you're just stealing vodka.
Alex, Tim, and I cleaned up while they put up with me listening to my new song on repeat. I offered Alex anything/everything he wanted from the booze, but he just took the handle of Malibu and a small Skye. I thought Tim might spend the night, but he went home.
All in all, it was easily the best birthday I've had since before I met Ken.
Woke up to a series of texts from Jurgen, explaining that by "party" he thought I meant under 10 people, and there's no way their huge condo could accommodate enough for my party. Minor freak out. Big Eric's place probably wasn't big enough, and Roommate didn't want to have people over, not to mention trying to negotiate the sound with the landlord. I texted Alex Penn, and he graciously agreed. OMG. I owe that man a fuck.
Tim texted that he was downstairs. I hate when he does that. Not even for the possibility that I might have a guest over so much as for the times that I'm not home, and feel like a failure for not being there when he randomly decides to drop by. We ran some errands, I picked up mixers and a bottle of starter vodka for the party, very irritated at the number of people who hadn't rsvp'd. Tim had some other errands to run, but I hadn't heard back from Tom, so I he opted to come with me to look for him. No RV, no answer when I called. And the nice lady at Gelato Vero hadn't seen him either.
Back at home, I added a couple more songs to the list, chopped veggies and whatnot, then showered and headed over. I actually had more prepwork to do there, and Alex didn't have speakers to play my music. He offered to just put on a music channel, but I'd rather have my music quiet than someone else's music loud. Wyatt was the first person there at 6:30, empty handed. Not even a card. OK. Lots of people came, and everyone was very sweet. Rob showed an interest in Matt, but respected my batshit crazy jealousy. Matt, for his part, was a little tipsy when he showed up, and tried to make out with me. Guy and David showed up, and we briefly talked about Shelton. Guy had seen him when they both posted to my FB picture, and hit him up from there. I don't like playing pimp - the least you could do is include me - but I was on such a high from seeing everyone, I decided not to care. FHA, Jonathan, and Former Roommate Aimee came - he brought a bottle of Vodka of the Gods, and a damn near frame worthy card addressed to "Kiki Bunny" with me in my green wifebeater, with my necklace and beard, holding a cocktail.
Big Eric came around 7:30 with his surprise - he bought a vegan cake from Whole Foods. So touched. Seriously. Tearing up as I write this now, almost a week later. I would later see that the cake said "Happy 30th Birthday Little Eric" as well. Tom texted at some point in the evening - he was alive, had probably just relapsed again. OK. Tim showed up later, brought his gifts - a penis straw he demanded I use, and two mikwright style magnets about dysfunctional relationships. I appreciated the thought, even if he's no Anna when it comes to gift-giving.
Really, the only awkward part of the whole night was towards the end of the night, with Wyatt. At some point, he and Guy started flirting. Then Wyatt took off his shirt, which prompted a couple of bacon comments, but also prompted Guy to take off his shirt. Then they disappeared into Alex's bedroom. I talked to David about the lack of class this showed. I expect this kind of shit from Wyatt, but I was a little disappointed in Guy. I can't fathom how he deals. Wyatt came out, poured 1/3 of a bottle of vodka into a cup and ran out the door. At this point you're just stealing vodka.
Alex, Tim, and I cleaned up while they put up with me listening to my new song on repeat. I offered Alex anything/everything he wanted from the booze, but he just took the handle of Malibu and a small Skye. I thought Tim might spend the night, but he went home.
All in all, it was easily the best birthday I've had since before I met Ken.
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