Fact: When people meet me, they think I’m a bitch
Fact: I am okay with that
Fact: I’m not really that much of a bitch…if I like you. In fact, some might argue I’m quite the friend.
Case in Point:
My old housemate and bestie has her birthday every year on Memorial Day weekend. When we were living together, we would kind of do a “Summer Kick Off” Memorial Day weekend, and celebrate her birthday – and then close out the summer with mine, which falls on Labor Day weekend. We like to mash it in with the holiday because neither of us really are into the whole “big birthday celebrations”
Anyways, this heifer got sick of me referring to her as my “wife” and moved back to the Dirty Dirty just in time for her 30th birthday. A few months ago I asked her “wife, even though you’re estranged, we can still do something for your birthday, did you have anything in mind?” I got back an emphatic “I DONT WANT TO DO ANYTHING FOR MY BIRTHDAY AND I’M SERIOUS, IF YOU TRY AND SURPRISE ME I WILL BE SO MAD AT YOU”.
yea, okay.
kick-start: Operations Rae-Rae Turns Dirty-Dirty Thirty in the Dirty-Dirty J.
We planned, and planned, and planned. We even got some feedback from some family members warning us against surprising her. Did we listen? Hellmuthafuckinno!
I am not a good secret keeper when it comes to good stuff, but the best part about the party planning? 15 of us flanking her while she napped on the beach, and the look of shock when all was said and done. Who doesn’t like a surprise party!
Communists, thats who.
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