Deb’s birthday rocked the casbah. Especially the parts I can remember clearly.
I’d like to thank the following people:
Deb, for having a birthday and being deeply fabulous.
Erin and Phil, for making me cry with laughter at their hysterical card.
Rick, for pretending to be Satan.
Elissa, for making him pretend to be Satan.
Gen, for her brown velour tracksuit rant.
John, for being a stand-up guy and dad.
Arwen, for her stamina.
Duncan, for his gin and figurines.
Our lovely waitress, for her opinions on blue cheese and her patience.
Oh, and the random guy from Smithers, for the Classical references.