For some reason I am very bad at birthdays. I am also flagrantly late.
Last year on my pal Gail’s birthday party I fell asleep and woke up at 10pm because she was calling me asking where my ass was. The party started at 7. I rushed the primping routine to get to south Williamsburg before dawn, hitting the liquor store on the way to scoop up as much wine as I could carry. I got there at midnight. We ended up having a fine old time and once again my chronic lateness was a great source of amusement.
I finally got Adam his birthday present almost one month late and was important that I show a bit of an effort since I’d spoiled his actual birthday so thoroughly. I ended up spending more money than I meant to spend thus raising the birthday present spending bar just a little higher than last year’s. I hope he doesn’t spend as much on me this year because at this rate we soon might not be able to afford one another.