If you're curious about how I'm celebrating this momentous occasion, let me just tell you this: I'll be eating an awful lot of expensive seafood and drinking an awful lot of expensive vodka. I'll be wearing a slick black dress and carrying a pink croc clutch. I'll be busy taking my father and his lady love, who arrive tomorrow morning, around Maine for a few days. I'll be eating cake from this place. I'll be busy thanking the gods of aging that I no longer look like my thirteen year-old self--a girl who looked so happy and earnest and psyched to have a cake with that many frosting roses:
And, as always, as is tradition, I will turn up the Lowest of the Low and continue to dream that their best songs were written about me.
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Happy Birthday!
Vomit somewhere inappropriate!
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