That’s right. We’re throwing an office party.
IT’S S’ BIRTHDAY TOMORROW! HAPPY BIRTHDAY S!!!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
Of course since everyone in the “office” is in a different part of the country — we’ll just have to make it work somehow. Skype, Phone calls, texts, etc.
I sent S a card on Sunday with SPECIFIC birthday instructions since I’m not in town to celebrate with her. I told her I’d be disappointed if she didn’t follow through. I mean, who wants to sit at home in their apartment by themselves on their birthday? I’d much rather sit at a bar by myself on my birthday. I have to admit, I smiled evily (is that a word?) while writing it. It went a little something like this:
1. Get home from work.
2. Throw on sweats.
3. Walk to Bleachers (a restaurant/bar down the street from her apartment)
4. Order Onion Rings & some form of an adult beverage. (Preferably that drink you had on our pub crawl that got you wasted — I forget what it’s called. I, too, was intoxicated)
5. Watch some sort of sporting event (i.e.- baseball, soccer, tennis, WHATEVER.)
Now, I do realize that her birthday sounds a little lonesome. Much like this:
Peanut Butter & Jelly for one?
But I was hoping it’d transform into something beautiful. Like this:
Pong anyone?
And then this:
Champagne shower!
And maybe this:
The idea is to walk into work hungover the next morning.
S is probably reading this and cursing under her breath. I told her my birthday instructions were harmless …. which they are. But she had no idea what evil thoughts were going through my mind while writing them down.
So. S. If I find out you’re sitting at home in your apartment tomorrow, I will jump on the next plane out to the Windy City. And if that happens — YOU KNOW your birthday party will not end with onion rings & an adult beverage. You’re better off just listening to what I said. :)
Send all your birthday wishes this wayyyy! She deserves them!
Love,
*L
xoxox
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