Happy Birthday Allyson!
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Happy Birthday, Allyson!!!
Happy birthday, Allyson! I hope you got flowers and treats and good friends celebrating your awesomeness.
I woke up to Kristen bringing home lattes and breakfast and a dozen roses and a new purse! Then I went out to lunch with a friend. I got stuck working much later at work than I wanted (i put in for half a day) so I didn't get to spend the afternoon with Mona in Griffith Park (boo).
Then I had dinner with Paula and Kristen. Paula got me a ticket to the Red Sox game! Whoot!
And then I got drunk, took the dog for a walk, couldn't navigate the poop bag, and couldn't find the poop in the dark. But someone was walking behind us, so I PRETENDED to pick up the poop I couldn't in fact find.
Then I fell down.
Then we came home and had carvel ice cream cake. But not Fudgie the Whale because Kristen correctly assumed it wouldn't have made the trip from her work to the apartment without becoming Fudgie the Puddle.
Oh, and I also got a pedicure and my eyebrows done, and Kat called to wish me a happy birthday.
So all in all, it's been a great birthday!
At some point, we have become the people who cannot hold their liquor. Two drinks and I turn into Chatty Cathy. One drink and Allyson is lying on the floor, remarking how our ceiling is very boring and could possibly benefit from a Motley Crue tapestry or something.
At some point, we have become the people who cannot hold their liquor.
I know it's been a few years since we've drunk together, but this seems unpossible to me.
Then I fell down.
At least you didn't fall down into the poop, right?
Happy belated!
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