birthday bonanza, part 3

C's 27th: the final showdown. it all started innocently enough — indoor bbq and lots of girls at my place. and then some random slasher tried to make a horror movie. how did he get there? oh wait. that's V. maybe he brought the cake. and cooked all the burgers. and made C happy. okay. we'll keep him. in response to the attempted knifing, we decided it was a good idea to drink. and drink. and drink. we ended up with lots of burger and booze in our bellies and lounging on the fuzz master carpet ... and sleepyness was about to strike all ... ... when C had the wherewithal, somehow, to get us all out of the black hole of hangout and greenery that is my apartment. seriously. time somehow melts away in this place ... but anyways. she got us all motivated. i don't know how, especially since the last party i had in her honor went on for several hours while she slept in my bed. but she did it. she motivated 8 girls, 1 boy, and that crazy slasher dood out of the house. it was a magical feat of endurance and energy. i mean, it was nearly 11pm. it was LATE. but, RS was spinning at triple crown, our names were on a list, and goddamnit we were going to make it out. good thing we had this game called "doing the C" to keep us entertained. it's a game worth playing ... and a face worth practicing. perhaps momma H was onto something when she told C to always take pictures with the perfect face and angle? maybe excessive korean vanity DOES have a purpose? at any rate. once mastered, it is a near impossible force to stop.

for example, here are textbook examples of "the C" by my two gorgeous cubans. as Y and K demonstrate, the shoulder is a critical element of "the C." here are some variations on the theme. i offer the "frontal C," while K and C are both utilizing the "extended arm C." Y has opted for the "over the shoulder C." it's not just girls that can do "the C" either. here. see? G is getting good at it. this maneuver is called simply, the "boy C."omg. i can't make them stop. make them stop!yet here we are, doing it again. jesu christo, save us.
anyways. the evening was a smashing success, i say ... there were free drink hookups. there were shoutouts from the sweet RS. there was cypress hill. there was 50 cent and shortys and birthdays. all in all there was tons of fun people and lots of sweaty hip hop ... and there was C making it all the way to 2am, even if nobody can quite remember the end of the evening. but who needs memory when people are handing out pink sugary shots of liquor? who needs to remember what they said, as long as they're still standing? we made it out til 2am. even the non-neighborhoodies, like D and AS, made it out late, and they had more than five blocks to travel. that's like, extra credit, or something. i mean, we're not old! we stayed out sooooo late! we can party!

right?

anyways. so here's a final birthday wish to my cosmic sister and partner in crime. has it really only been 7 years we've known each other? because i think maybe we were born to be friends. and if your abnormally long fingers weren't blocking my face in this picture, you'd see a huge, unadulterated, unposed, no holds barred grin of happiness for you on your special birthday celebration. so until we're halmunees sitting in our rocking chairs, wearing our slip-pahs, tossing back spiked lemonade and talking shit about how hot we used to be: i love you, you cwazy wabbit.