birthday weekend
It began yesterday at 4 PM, when I got off work. Last night, Shankleface took me out for steak (some of the best I’ve ever had.) This morning, blissandzen took a few of us out for a breakfast worthy of the debauchery to come. (And gave me BOOKS. Four Pratchett’s I’ve yet to read. And an alpaca wool purse.) Now Shankle’s doing laundry and I’m cleaning in preparation for people coming over later. I haven’t hosted as much as I like to lately. This evening will change that.
I bought Kathleen a Twilight cake because it was on sale. Pics later.
I also found a bottle of not-particularly-awful wine in the fridge, so my cleaning has become a lot more pleasant.
Further reports to follow.
148 colors, including cream and powder eyeshadows and 54 different shades of lip gloss.
Shankle knocked this birthday out of the park.
The bartender called it a Blue Motherfucker, but I insisted all night that it was a Sonic Screwdriver.
