littlewashu: (james t. kirk - dopey)
Today is my birthday and I wish that I were not at work!

I am listening to the new Lily Allen album and wishing that we were best friends. I love her. I just can't stop. Everything she sings, I am like, "man, YES!" I love the way she describes being in love: that it's all staying in bed and playing video games and eating Chinese food and making fun of each other and accidentally calling me baby. I don't know. I just love her. I read her entire Wikipedia entry today and want to be her best friend.

Except that I already have a pretty awesome best friend: Michelle took me out to lunch today and we ate sandwiches in a dark dining room near a fireplace, and talked about . . . well, what ladies talk about. Michelle, we should do that more often. I love Michelle.

Also awesome today: my parents sent me flowers. When I went out to warm up my car this morning, Andrew had scraped the ice off of my windshield and was attempting to write "Happy Birthday" on my side window, because he is cute and thoughtful. Chris is cooking steak for me tonight, and he bought me a genuine work of art for me for my birthday. It is a painting of a grilled cheese sandwich.

Today is sort of . . . mild, weather-wise. For a string of four or five years (back in the late nineties/early aughts) the weather was unseasonably warm on my birthday each year. One of those years I took a physics exam whilst wearing a tiara. That stopped for a while (the unseasonably warm weather I mean -- but I guess the tiara-wearing stopped as well, and I haven't taken a physics test in years), but maybe this is a new beginning.

Happy my birthday, everyone! I love everybody! Life is great!
littlewashu: (james t. kirk - dopey)
Hi! It's my birthday today! That is awesome! I am thirty!

Unfortunately, I have to make a presentation to a Planning Board tonight. Boooo. Luckily, it is a tiny, insignfiicant project, at a laid-back, developer-friendly town. So we should be out of there quickly. Dear god I hope I didn't just jinx myself.

I had a party this past weekend! Unfortunately, I was a dummy and did the age old no eating + vodka shots combo, and I passed out at like 12:30am and missed most of my own freaking party. BOOOOO. I am such an idiot. Oh well. Hopefully everyone had a good time. And I did too, during the part where I was awake! I got to wear my old Halloween costume. And Obi-Wan is my boyfriend. )So it can't be all bad.

It had a theme, you see: Star Trek vs. Star Wars. Some people actually came in costume, and most everybody else wore something festive and Star Warsy. Mitchell was Zefram Cochrane! I knew I could count on him to back me up.

But so if you came, thank you very much for coming to my party! And getting into the spirit of things! And bringing presents! And cake! I'm sorry that I did not get to say goodbye. You guys are the best! Also thanks to everyone (mostly Manse residents) who helped me set the place up for the party, including the installation of an Okudagram on the bar.

Tomorrow Chris is taking me out to dinner a fancy steakhouse in the city. This weekend I will see my parents. I have the greatest friends in the world. In three weeks I will be on a plane to Amsterdam. Being thirty is great so far!
littlewashu: (the polyphonic spree)

Happy Birthday Chris!!



You bring joy to all who know you with your wit; your dashing good looks; your ability to find f(x) given a non-homogeneous partial differential equation and boundary conditions; your swinging about of firey things; your tendency to hold back nothing; and last but not least, your magnificent meals. Without you we would all surely be leading smaller, duller, hungrier lives.

Happy birthday!
littlewashu: (james t. kirk - happy)
I'm done cooking. I'm going to bed now.

It's my birthday!
littlewashu: (kurt)
Hey guys, pictures from Dave's Birthday are up!



For those of you that weren't there, though it was Dave's birthday, Flapjack ended up being the star of the evening. I arrived very late that night: I had taken a nap which spun out of control, woke up at 10:30, and was over at the Manse sometime before midnight. By the time I got there, most everyone was pretty drunk already, particularly Flaps. Apparently Flapjack the Kid had never gotten sick from drinking before, and everyone took this as a challenge. They were feeding him shots left and right, often of 151. He passed out eventually on a chair in the game room. After an hour or so of that, he did indeed roll onto the linoleum and t'row up, poor guy. I wasn't involved with the alchohol pushing, so I wasn't involved with the cleanup. I'm pretty sure Flapjack survived.

As sometimes happens with birthday pictures, I got, like, two of the actual birthday guy. Oh well. And there aren't that many -- less than 20 -- so don't get your hopes up.

Pictures from last year's Bonnaroo are next in line. (I figure I should get them finished before THIS year's Bonnaroo, which I am indeed going to, by the way). I made it an organizational nightmare for myself, but I'm finally at a point where I can just get through them. I'm sure this is all very fascinating for you.

Okay, thanks! I'd rather be home! It's my birthday! Have a great Thursday. I'm sorry that I couldn't bring you unseasonably warm weather this year.

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