3. party cat will eat your face.

marlowe.

let me just tell you about this cake:

it was 3 layers of spongy lemony vegan awesomeness, covered in gold sprinkles and fruit, drizzled in chocolate pudding/icing, and lit on fire to fulfill one birthday wish.

friend robyn is the official queen of dessert, and party throwing, and generally being a super person.

we killed the whole thing.

2. gonna buy more food and then take pictures of it.

 birthday chili yesterday with robyn and maggie c.

warms the heart and stomach

my dad sent me scratch-off tickets in the mail. i won $44.

thanks, illinois.
(and dad)
(but he doesn't read this)
(but we'll thank him anyway)
(me and the internet are a we now)

hanging out with jj today, followed by the big (not-really-so-big) birthday librarian party tonight.

i can only assume we're celebrating elvis.

put on your tights and get ready.

1. you're the birthday boy or girl.

 hello!

welcome to my later twenties.
now get off my lawn.

 (the christopher robin birthday book, c1931)

i can remember many a birthday when our christmas tree was still up.

we never had a real one so there was really no rush.

plastic is already dry, and rarely turns brown or sheds.

but we would never, ever put my birthday gifts under the tree.

such a thing would be offensive to santa and jesus and our dog jake, who would try to eat them.

today i am surrounded by finer things, like pumpkin butter and hot tea and haircuts and anticipation.

also, good advice from friends:

bring it on, 2-6.