Happy Bday Peeps! Hope it's full of crotch-punching and then cuddling.

Happy Birthday Peepers!

happy happy, hermaphrochappy!

Enjoy a gracious and wonderful birthday!

Otherwise, have fun partying with the Mayor.

Happy Birthday Peeps! Have a wonderful day.

Happy Birthday you sweet woman you.
Have a wonderful day.

Get drunk NOW! It's your birthday!
cheers!

Woo Hoo!

Liver it up and have a grate birthday!

happy b-day, professor!!
(say hi to gillagan for me)

Oy Snap!

Hey Peeps have a great day.

Neener, neener everybody. I spent ALL yesterday with the birthday girl and her boyfriend. And a wonderful day it was!

Happy, happy birthday, sugar!

Now that's getting lucky!

Eat fish!

Always good advice!

Happy Birthday Peepers!!!

Wow. I been away for a long time.

Happy Birth Anniversary, Kiddo.

Hope you had a good one.

Aw, gosh! Thanks, peoples.

I did eat fish and I did get drunk. Slate & the Liver and I went to an astoundingly good restaurant together. I had no idea that trout could be sublime. Before that, Slate & the Liver's mystical synergy resulted in both of them having the idea to play dive bar roulette. That was a gas. I have no explanation for why four beers made me stumble, except that I was possibly absorbing booze cutaneously from the surfaces I should not have been touching anyway.

Yeah, no kidding. Four beers. You and I are THE cheapest dates on the planet. It was a transcendent moment when Liver, of all people, told us to slow down. Bless his heart.

We have your boyfriend to thank for finding Tia Pol, too. The #1-rated tapas bar in NYC! Highly recommended! An all-around perfect day.

Sounds like a great time in good company.

did you have sangria in the park?

Tia-Pol? I gotta go there. Thanks for the tip.

Sounds like you had the perfect birthday.

Dinner shouldn't be a problem early in the week (we went on Tuesday). But the restaurant is narrow as a blade, and three-deep at the counter come Thursday, Friday and Saturday.

Unless you go at lunch. At lunchtime you'll always get a seat.

No, we had pina coladas and got caught in the rain.

Yes, like tomorrow. It's actually that good.


You betcha. That was the day before. On the day, proper, I mostly alternated between naps and Irish coffee. If only I could make a lifestyle out of this.

Rupert was there?

Oy Snap!

Sadly, there were no Rupert sightings, although I think I saw some of the gentle beast's droppings.

A lotta late love and a happy Birthday from the bottom of my balzsack!

I'm way late, as usual, but a Happy Happy to you and yours...
though I think that sentiment was echoed in a textie.

May your cup be full, your pants be loose, and your hat be jaunty!

Did someone say jaunty?

Where the fuck is A-Vibe?

That is a lovely sentiment. I just refilled my coffee, I am lazing about in sweats and I picked up an Oscar the Grouch hat in A-town, so I am off to a good start.