My mom called me yesterday and said "I know what you were doing 30 years ago." Because it was my birthday! My Golden Birthday.
And even though I have a ridiculous party coming up next week, my SF friends still decided to throw me a little dinner party on my real birthday too. Because they are great.
My birthday was awesome for three reasons.
1) My party banner got assembled backwards. (thank you, juliann)
2) When I walked in to the party, everyone was wearing these really, really creepy looking masks of the top half of my face. (Sarah and Tom, creepy to the max)
3) My traditional birthday Frangipan almost lit Brant's apartment on fire.
(the lighting of the "special candles")
(the fire alarm goes off)
(the apartment fills with smoke and sparks start burning holes in couches. excitement turns to mild panic)
(the whole frangipan is covered with a crunchly layer of burnt, crispy fireworks)
Everyone ate the frangipan anyway, the good sports that they are.