From my experience, birthdays usually go one of two ways- lots of laughs or lots of tears. Actually, scratch that. In many instances it has both. Tonight is the birthday of one my best friends and I have a good feeling about this one. My psychic skills tell me I have a night of good eats, birthday shots and daaaaaaaaaaancing ahead of me. I'm hoping to run into a balloon somewhere along the road, but I don't know what the odds of that are. I am completely aware of how easy it would be to go out a buy a balloon or two but doesn't the idea of one magically popping up sound so much better? Because really, what girl in her right mind doesn't enjoy a good balloon? I've always had this weird fantasy about my dream guy (who is currently faceless) showing up at my door with balloons. Nope, a bouquet of flowers won't do. Balloons are the golden ticket.
Anyway, it doesn't really matter if my wish comes true, technically I don't think I get one because it's not my birthday. I'm not exactly sure how these things work. Regardless, I feel lucky to be sharing this day with my beloved and I wish her the sweetest and dopest 22nd birthday a girl can have. I presume I'll have much to report back on come tomorrow.
Maybe, Noe
2 comments:
for those of us across the pond, reports on the surely eventful night are very much appreciated :) thankssss beezies. have fun!
i love you, noe
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