i know that on your birthday you’re supposed to get insanely out of control and drink til you can’t remember how old you are now, but i didn’t. i’m sorry. i was just having such a damn find time at our party, i didn’t get around to drinking that heavily. i kept mixing cocktails and taking too long to finish them because i was having so many great conversations and enjoying myself so much i didn’t even think to down any more drinks than i would if we hadn’t spent hundreds of dollars on the supplies.

i have to say thanks to everyone who came though; i honestly haven’t had that purely good a time in ages, and it was a gorgeous birthday weekend. i’m still smiling just thinking about it. maybe i wasn’t while i was scrubbing cranberry-vodka stains out of the carpet sunday morning, but that’s just a minor glitch in an otherwise rosy memory.

well, that and finding that of the dozens of guests and loads of saleable goods in our apartment, for some reason the only thing some special weirdo saw fit to steal during our party were the two bottles of cologne from my medicine cabinet. to that person i say good luck; i can’t say that those fragrances ever made a successful contribution to my fortunes with women, and perhaps for you they will be a be a better catalyst. happy hunting!

(and ps: if anyone wants to send a late birthday present, i have a new suggestion.)

[now hearing this: the last episode of the shield season one dvd. pretty fucking good.]