Well damn.

Okay so I've mentioned a few times Not In Public Areas, one of my best friend's birthday was yesterday. Well, day before yesterday NOW. Thursday. You get the idea. That friend being JD. He's now 23 and basically had NOTHING PLANNED. Last year his birthday party was pretty much the stuff that all those scary costume party stories are made of [it was a lingerie party. Use your imagination]. But basically that was just an excuse to dress up down.

So a few days ago me, Steph and Bailey planned a Surprise Birthday Party for him. We called 325982735895235 people, we snuck around, we bought supplies, we were basically the sneakiest fuckers on the face of the planet was we did pretty much all of it with him in the same apartment.

By the time he got here tonight there was a massive batch of cookies (again) and two red-velvet cakes. Both from scratch. And the kitchen which previously looked like Disaster Had Struck was somewhat cleaner. I've never washed so many dishes by hand that fast in my LIFE. Innnnnsane. But people were showing up and we [me, Steph and Joe, as Bailey was on Stall and Distracting Duty] were still in Panic Mode and putting people to work decorating and cleaning. alksjfhakshlsasjhasf

Basically planning/executing this has OWNED MY SOUL for the past three nights and DAMNIT ALL I WANT TO RP DAMNIT.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

And I've been trying to pass out for the past 5 hours or so. So I'm gonna go do that. Since it's 3 am and my alarm will be blaring in 5 hours. ;_;

Well damn.

Okay so I've mentioned a few times Not In Public Areas, one of my best friend's birthday was yesterday. Well, day before yesterday NOW. Thursday. You get the idea. That friend being JD. He's now 23 and basically had NOTHING PLANNED. Last year his birthday party was pretty much the stuff that all those scary costume party stories are made of [it was a lingerie party. Use your imagination]. But basically that was just an excuse to dress up down.

So a few days ago me, Steph and Bailey planned a Surprise Birthday Party for him. We called 325982735895235 people, we snuck around, we bought supplies, we were basically the sneakiest fuckers on the face of the planet was we did pretty much all of it with him in the same apartment.

By the time he got here tonight there was a massive batch of cookies (again) and two red-velvet cakes. Both from scratch. And the kitchen which previously looked like Disaster Had Struck was somewhat cleaner. I've never washed so many dishes by hand that fast in my LIFE. Innnnnsane. But people were showing up and we [me, Steph and Joe, as Bailey was on Stall and Distracting Duty] were still in Panic Mode and putting people to work decorating and cleaning. alksjfhakshlsasjhasf

Basically planning/executing this has OWNED MY SOUL for the past three nights and DAMNIT ALL I WANT TO RP DAMNIT.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

And I've been trying to pass out for the past 5 hours or so. So I'm gonna go do that. Since it's 3 am and my alarm will be blaring in 5 hours. ;_;