As you know, I went to Michigan this weekend to go to a party thrown by Faithful Reader and Friend in Real Life and Thorn in My Side Hulk. It was Hulk's birthday yesterday, but I don't think he was really throwing himself a birthday party, because unlike me that is not something he would do.
Please see references to not one but TWO surprise parties I have thrown for my own self in this lifetime.
Not only did I haul myself all the way from North Carolina to attend Hulk's bash, but readers of this blog Mary, Duffylou and Kathy all came, too, along with Duffylou's 21-year-old daughter, which you have to hand it to her. Can you think of anything more dreadful than having to attend the party of a bunch of old people when you are cool and 21?
I would not know, because I have never been cool. But I imagine it'd suck.
At any rate, they have been posting pictures from the party on the new Facebook page that readers started–did you know about this page? It's called Pie on the Face: Friends of Bye Bye Pie and if you want to go on there and complain about how boring I am, get on there, girl! Because I am not a member of Pie on the Face. I am BANNED.
Photographic evidence also exists of the kitty who walked right into Hulk's party like he owned the place and got on my lap. Like he owned it. Which he does. Hulk, is he still hanging around? Because you had better sit down for this news: I love that kitty. That Francis lookalike kitty.
In the meantime, while we were raising the roof over there in Saginaw, Michigan, three Atlanta readers got together for their own Piefest.
I like how everyone's glasses and tiaras actually coordinate.
So I guess fun was had by all this weekend. I mean, unless your personal weekend sucked. In which case I'm SORRY, okay? You're like the woman at work who, when we all got asked out for margaritas today, sent an email to all of us detailing how the body processes alcohol and how bad margaritas are for you.
Speaking of work, my next-cubiclemate was desperately trying not to think of the song Lyin' Eyes by the Eagles today, and you know what's a good idea? Telling me something like that.
"Can't wait till 5:00!" I emailed her. "Headed for the cheatin' side of town!"
When it was time to leave, I said, "I have all this stuff in my hands. Wish I knew how to open doors with just a smile."
Who was not opening any doors with her smile? Was it Lyin' Eyes coworker?
June. Making friends at work since she met The Girl Who Doesn't Get Me in 2008. Remember her? Oh, how she did not get me.
Anyway, that is all. My uvula and I will be back at you tomorrow.
P.S. Because I can never shut up. Miss Doxie was mortified that she never got Matze's emails asking if she wanted to send me a birthday message. If anyone thinks they can email her on her blog, apparently your email there shrivels and dies. Anyway, she just sent me these: