40 Years Old
I just found an old flyer/invitation I sent out for Karl's 40th birthday party, with the awesomely tacky tiki theme. For some reason, it was stuck in my employment records. That was one weird gathering of really weird folks eating even weirder vaguely tropical-themed food. I think I still have the raw video of the lot of us sitting in David's living room, batting around a balloon for, ye gods, it must have been about 20 minutes we did that. And it was the most fun thing ever, if I recall correctly. We were all just vastly entertained by this. Looking back now, I am kind of floored that nobody was actually stoned, because we were all acting like it. Must have been the tie-dyed cake, though I can vouch for the lack of narcotic content, having baked it myself.
It is still hard to believe that my wee baby brother is 40 years old... where does the time go?
It is still hard to believe that my wee baby brother is 40 years old... where does the time go?