my birdy

i googled "gluten free birthday cake" and this was the first image that popped up.

rats.

the party was wonderful. D's house with bruno is big and beautiful. i still can't get over it. they live on a tree-lined road in a four-bedroom house with a backyard, light fixtures, formal dining room, and everything. and they are going to install crown molding. at one point, we flipped through a book of coupons. what's cool is that choice brands, like oil of olay body wash, go on sale. this was great to know and i almost tore it out. i think i am going to start clipping coupons. i could also use a new set of candles and maybe a calico cat.

the following people were at the party:

erik and chrissy
dawn and bobby
benny and katie
jen and corey
brian
bruno
jeremy and georgie
kennelly and his gf'r

and a few others. it was nice to see everybody. we ate a lot, but i mostly ate tiramisu and apple pie and chocolate chip cookie pie. sweets are all i am really in the mood for. i think i am quite literally sugarcoating, and this is not healthy. i am going to die.

so i'm 29. it is my 30th year. everybody sang Happy Birthday to me, and i realized that this is truly a retarded song. it would have been much more appropriate if everyone broke out into "Enter Sandman" while i chugged a labatt blue and crushed the can over my head like old times.