i think i will be SO done celebrating lucas' birthday after his upteenth soiree tomorrow night. of course, i spilled the beans long ago re: this "surprise" party in a drunken sake fueled desperate moment of discovery...so now i feel silly hammering tikis into the ground and hanging twinkly lights and cleaning...

oh yeah, and did i mention my fucking parents are coming here this weekend too? and did i mention that i mentioned that now i have this huge house where there is a guest room and y'all come as often as y'all like? and did i mention that i have yet to get a guest bed? so i've cleansed my sheets on our bed in preparation for project futon fumble that i can outright predict is about to go down last minute...

just like every other "preparation" for this party.

good thing my friends is drunks. they wont notice, will they?

not to mention a faboo backyard for which they can plant their chairless asses on and LIKE IT. or swim. or whatever.

i love him, this is why i do this. right?

becky*