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Jan. 6th, 2005 01:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chavvahSo last night we threw Jamie a big rollicking birthday bash. Everyone who came (*waves at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vegan_volition*) was lovely and wonderful; they loaded him up with presents and alcohol, we played board games, ate pizza, sang karaoke, and then at about two in the morning I took him home and put him to bed.
Today I made him a big birthday dinner (spinach lasagna, garlic breadsticks, and cookies-and-cream cake, which I will confess I actually bought). He ate 2/3 of a pan of lasagna and a quarter of the cake, so I'm guessing it went over well. What he doesn't know is that I actually made an extra mini-lasagna and froze it, in case he eats the remaining third tomorrow and then complains that there isn't any left for him to take to work. Then I can go "tada!" and produce the mini-lasagna, to the delight of all. (Or else I'll just save it and eat it for dinner one night when he isn't here. We'll see. ;))
I felt kind of bad because he didn't have anything to open from me, but I'm getting him a tattoo. He wants a polar bear on his ankle, so he wants to wait until the summer when he can wear sandals while it heals. (I told everyone at the party that the tattoo was going to be on his ass, and it was going to read "Property of Eve". Heh.)
Best of all, his work phoned and cancelled his shift. He griped a bit, but I think secretly he's enjoying having the night off. At least his snoring suggests that to be the case. ;)
vegan_volition*) was lovely and wonderful; they loaded him up with presents and alcohol, we played board games, ate pizza, sang karaoke, and then at about two in the morning I took him home and put him to bed.Today I made him a big birthday dinner (spinach lasagna, garlic breadsticks, and cookies-and-cream cake, which I will confess I actually bought). He ate 2/3 of a pan of lasagna and a quarter of the cake, so I'm guessing it went over well. What he doesn't know is that I actually made an extra mini-lasagna and froze it, in case he eats the remaining third tomorrow and then complains that there isn't any left for him to take to work. Then I can go "tada!" and produce the mini-lasagna, to the delight of all. (Or else I'll just save it and eat it for dinner one night when he isn't here. We'll see. ;))
I felt kind of bad because he didn't have anything to open from me, but I'm getting him a tattoo. He wants a polar bear on his ankle, so he wants to wait until the summer when he can wear sandals while it heals. (I told everyone at the party that the tattoo was going to be on his ass, and it was going to read "Property of Eve". Heh.)
Best of all, his work phoned and cancelled his shift. He griped a bit, but I think secretly he's enjoying having the night off. At least his snoring suggests that to be the case. ;)
