I’ve been so busy, I generally forget to breathe about once a day. The falls usually only result in bruising, so please don’t worry.
Last Saturday marked my two-five. One quarter of a century down – three to go. That’s right, I’m here until 100, so long as I’m not shitting myself, in which case, take me out Kevorkian style.
Myself and some lovely others spent the late Friday afternoon in my new favorite, local dive bar for happy hour and introductions between family, co-worker friends and outside work friends. I do actually have some of those. It was a fuckin’ sweet turn out and I was ridiculously honored though I might have hid it behind a few Washington Apples.
Cousin Alex
Babydaddy Joshua
Sadly though, my bff/ninja was on a work trip to Catalina. When she got back Saturday afternoon, my actual day of birth, we atteneded a surprise 60th birthday for the coolest neighbor on the planet, Don. When we casually left with a loose and flexible schedule for the rest of the evening, I had no idea there was approximately thirteen people pulling a rendezvous in the best little punk rock drinking joint in Orange County. Well, in the parking lot of said joint, as the doors were suspiciously locked. We never did find out why they were closed at that time on a weekend. Perhaps they hate me or maybe they knew that we’d have to relocate with our big, sexy posse to a nearby gay bar where we would have a friggin’ blast and hit up the hookah bar next door for some cherry and watermelon lovin’.
Thirteen shots of Chocolate Cake for a birthday toast, c/o Ree.
Gratefully noming on Ree’s head.
On Sunday, there was Italian food with my family and my gorgeous new baby cousin that I could just consume whole, she’s so perfect. There’s some excellent pictures there featuring Kiddo ordering off the menu donning my mom’s magnifying glasses and plenty of slightly out of focus, not centered images that Kiddo, photographer extraordinaire, took herself. Sadly they’re on Mom’s digital camera and I might have to wait a while to get my grubby paws on them though when I do, you’ll notice every single birthday related picture that exists includes my awesome new plaid coat. That goes for this last weekend stock full of ridiculous shenanigans, spent in my favorite fucking city, Ocean Beach.
The bit of red in my cheeks? I’m still glowing.
-CJ
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