Friday afternoon, as I was walking from my office to the restaurant, my phone rang. Not an uncommon thing to have happen. I answered it. Also not uncommon. It was
autographedcat -- still not uncommon, although I was a little bemused, since I knew he was at GaFilk, and it wasn't late enough for the semi-predictable 'call the person who can't be here from the open filking and have everyone shout hello'. What was going on?
ACat asked me to hang on, and started shouting something about a microphone. This was, honestly, where I began laughing, not because I knew what he was doing, but because it was just plain funny.
He eventually managed to secure the microphone, and announced to I-had-no-clue-who that it was my birthday and they should all sing for me. And, being filkers...they did. Yes. Thanks to the evil that is my beloved ACat, all of GaFilk sang me 'Happy Birthday'. During the opening ceremonies, no less.
You wanna make a birthday girl feel special? Do that.
I love my friends.