The story of my birthday, as adapted from am email to my girls:
I got up pretty early, ran some errands, did some laundry and such and then around noon-ish, our friends, the Dynamic Duo of Asshattery, Sly Dog and Dee Double, came over to change the tire on K’s truck. After three hours, the tire still wasn’t changed (something about the spare being rusted into the thing that holds the spare and assorted other asshattery) and other people began to show up, including Baby Skates, looking stunning as she’d just come from a more formal engagement and everyone’s favorite little brother (who is apparently now reading this and probably wants to pick his own nickname, as I suspect he’d hate anything I choose) Little Brother, and a bunch of other people who all ate and drank a lot in about three waves (of different groups coming and going).
Then ALT-Boy came over and took us all to the bar (who knows why, he was the only somewhat sober person, so who knows his reasoning) where we ate and caroused and drank more (it was only 8:30–*cough* yeah, we started early. I blame Sly Dog and Dee Double for that), then back to the house for more, until everyone passed out. I think the pictures (linked above) tell the story better than I’m doing here. I only regret that I didn’t take many more pictures and perhaps record the amusing conversations that I had or overheard through out the night.
It was good day, though it barely feels over, as K and I spent the morning laughing our asses off while Sly Dog, Dee Double and ALT-Boy talked about NFL draft picks and expressed shock over K and I’s lack of knowledge of recent NFL scandals and such. Bless their hearts, they tried to explain. Then I went to work while SD and DD poked at the tire some more. I hear tell it might be fixed when I get home from work, but that’s definitely a believe it when I see it scenario.
I got presents and lots and lots of love and tiny sunburn and good feeling in my heart for the whole world, so yeah, it was good day all right.