Sorry I'm so late to the party on this post. But better late than... blah blah blah....
A month or so ago everybody had a birthday. Maybe two months ago? Fuck, I have no idea what happens when. Thank God for brogging to help me keep it all non-linear but still somehow vaguely chronological.
Anyway, back to the story... Everybody had a birthday, like, on the same day style. Suzy, J. Jolliff, The Ferg, etc... Hella piles of heavy bros came out for a birthday lurk in Elysian Park. Like, 80 people or so just comin' and goin' throughout the day; playing kickball and frisbee, strollin' along the shaded trails, holdin' glands, chompin' carrots, swallowin' hummus and roasted chicken, cooin' at friend's sweet angel babies, harassing unleashed dogs, talkin' shop, wearing ponchos and cop shades, bashin' out rough renditions from Ziggy Stardust's impenetrable catalog, flippin' delicious charbroiled harshburgers, guzzlin' near-beers and slurpin' down cartons of refreshing whatever... You know, just generally enjoying the first days of summer. A real friendship village.
Even this dude, Geoff Sawyer was there. Huffing menthol grizzlers and suckin' back Coors Light like a real Carolinas good ole boy. Man, I'm fond of Mr. Sawyer. We shot the breeze for a long time about a bunch of important, complicated stuff. Sadly, I hardly remember any of it, too boggled by them menthols. Good dude.
Tam and I met Andy Clarke's baby. She's pretty much the nicest baby in town.
Happy Birthday babies!