happy.

thirty-two years.
in a row.
happy birthday to you.
i've got the loveliest one,
and the whole collective cadre of Folk Life Libertarians
got together to ensure ultimate funtimes.
successful would be an understatement.
pot luck vegan buffet?
ka-pow for your faces.
super-turbo desserts?
you tell me:

yes,
those are vegan brownies.
jealous much?

yes, this is cake to eleven.
custom yellow cake,
custom mini-chocolate chip cake,
custom late-night stirred-up candy caramel center,
hand-whipped chocolate frosting.
rich?
like daddy warbucks, neighbors.
what's up?
yeah.
presents were had, duders.
teleportational checkpoint:

fancy chairs!
pottery from our homegirl holly johnson.
books and books and books and books.
jewelry,
itard touchtardation,
glass terrarium towers,
soyfire candles,
a bamboo pig-shaped cutting board,
plantain chips,
and a mutha-ucking peach tree!
good times were had.
wishes were made.
some came true, even.

i couldn't have asked for a better party,
or better peoples to enjoy it with.
we are lucky ducklings,
for certain, son!
*
happy berfday,
and goodnight;
never quiet, never soft.....