Bday Boy*

My good friend Wes turned 21 last night.
He had a little get together at his apartment.
I made some drinks,
passed out some cake,
played some CDs on a $20 stereo,
saw some old friends and made some new ones.

I also passed out on his bed -
so he slept on the couch... sorry Wes
Apparently he came to check on me 

to see if I was napping or spending the night.
I responded with:
sleeping. i'm gonna throw-up. move off.
Nice.

In the end, I didn't throw-up.
In fact, I got an awesome night's rest.
In the morning, me and the birthday boy got some delicious French toast.
Good times.

I stayed in the city to go to a tech rehearsal,
which was very productive for me.
I also walked around all day in flip-flops.
Through the snow.
Don't ask.

*this format is in homage to Wes