Comments on: Frisco Day Two: The One in Which Nobody Violates a Commandment.

By: Carlos

Carlos — Wed, 30 Nov 2005 05:57:00 +0000

I didn’t even know you were grumpy. I though the bread was for dinner, not right then. That’s why I was all, “Yo! Let’s save it later.” I should pay attention more.

Oh. The reason you don’t remember the post-dinner conversation was because we ate ourselves into the mother of all food comas.

I see I’m going to have to write up what I remember. It won’t be much. Drinky-drinks and all.

By: Sid

Sid — Wed, 30 Nov 2005 04:09:00 +0000

Listen, I ain’t had a birthday party since I was four, let alone got used to princess treatment on birthdays. And dammit I was hungry. Why does nobody listen to me?!?!?!

Course, that could all be easily handled by me going, “Okay, screw it. I’m gonna get a sandwich and catch up with yall later.” Which is what I shall do henceforths.
So no grump on future birthdays, you see?

By: divine m

divine m — Wed, 30 Nov 2005 01:33:00 +0000

Yeah, you were getting crabby there for a while–and on MY birthday, ya cow.

Whatevers. I guess I should know better than to walk you without feeding first.

You fergot the labyrinth and swing-swingery after brekkie before the mothertrek! Oh and the reading aloud of Dan Savage in our slumber party–don’t forget the dirty bits (my favorite)!

And in SF it’s North Beach, not Little Italy. You are such a New Yorker. And I loves you for it.

All in all, it was a fucking fabulous b-day–and it wouldn’t have been without you and Mr. C! Thanks babycakes!