03.18.11 - 3:04 pm

i told everyone to show up at north 45. a little joint in NW i had been to once before at some point. a lot of people asked, why there? i knew it was going to be small. i knew it was going to be loud. i insisted on a place i wasnt already familiar with, and this place seemd to fit the bill. julie called ahead and even got them to give us a discount on drinks due to the hypothetically large size of my party. however, it wasnt until i had parked and walked towards the bar that i realized i had it all wrong. the north 45 i had in my head...was actually across the street and called muu muus. i had never been to north 45 and have no recollection of why i thought i had been there, let alone heard of it. peculiar. arriving slightly behind schedule, i entered to find a handful of people had already made camp. the place was nearly filled to capacity already, i was delighted to see what the rest of my friends would do to this place. my step father and mother made an appearance out. a rare occurrance to see even one of them out in public let alone both. simultaneously and at the same spot. my sisters were present as well, much to my enjoyment. simpson and ashley arrived, even though earlier they had declined the invite for a trip to bend. aaron even displayed an impressive mustache. the kind of modest, trimmed mustache a man would wear if he wanted to be taken seriously. russell attempted to wear a mustache as well, and his pencil drawn wisps were commendable. naturally, sphinx brought a hair creation only he could muster. a network of perfectly trimmed bristles criss crossed his face like a complicated freeway onramp system.� brian brought the gathering to a whole other level with his packet of stick on manpieces. sheer brilliance. the collection made the rounds and were distributed appropriately to those who had sorrowfully proclaimed "professional careers" stiffled their attempts at mastering manhood this year: brian with the angry mexican bandit, justin carried the brooklyn police officer, and ben proudly displayed the blonde monopoly guy.
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my mother may or may not have had a chest mustache. my step father was powerless to stop her.

a fantastic turn out. throngs of people i completely adore attended and participated. the north 45 bar was packed. tables filled with our people. mustaches everywhere. delicious pilsner draining from narrow glass pillars. a stolen sweater with a wet sleeve. a snatched scarf from the neighboring hamburger joint moments after they closed the kitchen. a large man with a unmistakeable musk seen multiple times masturbating into federal property while making direct eye contact with a misses carly kinney.

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the evening waned to a close with tater tots from across the street. the most peppered tater tots ive ever consumed. cajun is no excuse for how agonizing these were to ingest. by then we were dwindled to but a handful. most of them from the vehicle i arrived in. with julie intoxicated and struggling to remain conscious, a cab 45 minutes away, two thirty in the morning quickly ticking by, i gathered everyone coming back with me....and drove us home.

probably in the top two best birthdays ive ever had. interchangeable of course with the birthday that could only have ended one way: spit fight in the back of the prius. ��