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wednesday . november . fourteen . two thousand one
my birthday was on saturday. i turned 31. rachel and paul threw me a semi-surprise party. i say "semi-surprise" because when paul told me that rachel wanted to talk to him "about her cable", and rachel told me that they were going antique-ing while i was at work, i had to know something was going on. i love my birthday, because it's mine. one of my friends was wishing everyone a "happy melysa's birthday" which was the coolest thing i've ever heard. he understands me. we gathered at the house and hung about for a while. i received many presents, which i feel weird about receiving, but also they make me feel tingly inside. can't help it...i like presents. then we went to dinner at a dim-sum place in the international district. yummy! on the way home, we stopped by baskin-robbins because we decided it was incredibly important to have an ice-cream cake. as luck would have it, there was an incredibly cute cake in the shape of a bunny that was available. the counter guy, an older gentleman whom we believe was the owner, didn't really want to sell it to us until we told him that he didn't have to put my name on it. when he said we could have it, i blurted out "it's my birthday!!" and rachel started doing this bunny-cake dance around the store. we we're all visibly moved. this was a bad idea because we were totally unaware as to how much like buying a car this bunny transaction would be. it was obvious how much we wanted that damn tasty bunny...the counter guy boxed the bunny-cake-of-joy, and rang it up on the cash register. paul turned to me and said "this bunny-cake costs $21." : - O the dancing stopped. squeals fell silent. we all turned to paul and he repeated "this bunny-cake costs $21." we were crestfallen. spontaneous bunny cakes are good, but $21 smelled fishy to us and we dragged our feet out into the parking lot, defeated. as we slowly headed for the car, demian said that he saw a sign that read "bunny cake: $15". very quickly, we worked ourselves into an emotional frenzy...yelling and laughing as we got into the car. before i knew it, i had screamed back at the top of my lungs: "THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU FUCK A STRANGER IN THE ASS!!!" which is a completely phony threat, but funny as hell. i enjoyed saying it. it was almost worth the potential bunny-cake fraud to shout that in public. then we went back to the house and got loaded and watched my brand new copy of fletch. wish you had been there? of course you do. |
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