Is That A Pixie In Your Pocket Or Are You Just Happy To See Me?

Fall is here. And among the things it brings with it such as the miserably cold and wet weather and bundling up in winter coats and sweaters, is mostly just one thing I really care about: celebration. Many of my friends mark their birthdays around now and the next few months, as do I in November - but the official beginning of Fall was last night with the half-birthday of a friendly Pixie, who normally doesn't commemorate the day she was born, but I have to say, it was about time. She is certainly worth an entire day dedicated solely to her. And tho a little on the quieter side, the group rallied when visited by the surprise guest, Bill Clinton.. with tear-away pants.


Oh yes. Believe it. And if you don't - cuz trust me, I had a hard time myself and I was there - pictures are to your right on Flickr. Yes, go ahead. I dare you. Be grateful you didn't have to look at his.. um.. backside as much as I did, thank you. Or the fact that after the 'show' was over, I'd never witnessed someone so comfortable walking around in just a g-string that they could stand around chatting. It didn't help he actually knew one of Pixie's guests personally. We were all shocked at the nonchalance of chat - 'I thought I recognized you. How's your sister?' There was much picking up of jaws from the floor while I kept wondering when he was going to remove the dollar bills he stuffed.. um.. down there.. during his little 'dance'. Wasn't that uncomfortable? But mostly, I kept whispering under my breath, 'Um.. when's he going to put his PANTS back ON? Hellooo?!' I mean, there was a lot of paying attention to the cheese and cracker plate and trying our best to just keep the eyes down.

But you can't say this party will be quickly forgotten.. not for a loooong time.

She's taught me that you don't have to wait until Halloween to dress in costumes, that you don't have to spend a lot of money to find a one-of-a-kind treasure, and tho she isn't the easiest girl to get to know, that I actually may know her better than I think I do..

Happy 30.5 my dear friend! Here's to a fabulous woman and the next six months til the next mile marker.. surprises sure to ensue then as well.. but no more strippers.. ok?