Gypsys Birthday
Mood: Happy as a pig in the preverbial
Listening to: Ke sahn
Is there anything better than drunken people music??
Ke Sahn, Copperhead Road, Sweet Home Alabama, Outback Club, this is the music I long to hear when holdin a beer. Or perhaps a Cruiser. I don't actually drink beer. But still, thats not the point is it. Drunken people love that kind of music. LOUD. So loud it don't matter that you don't know the words. Love it.
I'm off to a 21st this weekend - and I am looking forward to it!!! Drunken music especially! Actually, how much I'm looking forward to it is really disturbing! The last 21st I went to I really wasn't sure what to expect, but they just have a roaring good time. I walked home with Bloke and the whole saga began, but (and I know this sounds mean - Hooray!!) Bloke isn't invited. So I can have a blow out, and not be concerned about any issues arising there! Hooray again!!
But what has me really excited is that this is only my 2nd ever "swag on the ground on a farm" type 21st. I have my swag lined up - I've borrowed my lil brothers, and he's loaned me his sleeping bag too, so all I have to do is crawl in. The logistics of it have me a tad concerned - does one wear makeup to a party if one is going to sleep on the ground? Does one dress up? What do you do in the morning?
The birthday boy is a butcher - so one would assume that there will be a recovery breakfast in the morning - he makes the snags, best damn snags I've EVER tasted FYI. So I'm thinking makeup may not be the brightest idea - knowing full well that I look like an extra from Dawn of the Dead if I sleep with my "face" on. Its the mascara. I must just rub the buggery out of my eyes in my sleep. Panda-bear-itis. Not a good look. At least my hair looks good. There are advantages to having dead straight hair - no birdsnests, no spiky uppy bits, it always looks the same as when I went to bed. Sweet.
I'm not vain - I just don't want to put people off their brekky!!
And here is a dilemma, what does one buy for a 21 year old boy? He's a bit unusual too - so I wanted to get an unusual gift.
He was talking the other day about growing a big long beard - the appalling effort that is currently sprouting from his chin makes him look about 17! So I thought a razor set, a nice silver plate one, with a cute little poem about the reasons for buying it might be nice?
Comments welcome - though the parties next week so youd better pull your fingers out!!
---The Gift---
Dear Gypsy from the Butchers
Y'almost had me at a loss
And desperate for inspiration
I was going to see your boss...
But I walked into the shop,
Said G'day to Maddy & Nicky
Was peering round for Greg
But you were servin', can't be picky...
Talking 'bout a beard you were
A long-un down your guts
A beard so thick and long and tough
It'd rival even Butts.
It'd make Richie go all envy-green
I could hear you thinkin'
The ladies would be flocking round
When you went out drinkin'
But Gypsy lad! What a terrible waste!
I cannot let you do it!
To hide from the world your lovely face,
A beard! We couldn't see through it!
So here is a gift from me to you
To scrape all those hairs from your chin
Cos I, and all your mates, I'm sure
Just love to see your grin!
Happiest 21st Birthday
Oh, And By The Way...
HELLO GYPSY!!!!
I know the rhyme is a bit much at times, but I wanted it to sound a bit Dr Suess-ish - easy to read too.
Oh, and Butts, Richie, Maddy, Nicky, & Greg are people he works with (obviously) and he has this amazing smile - lights up the whole shop and you have to smile back! When I go in he yells from the back room "Hello Sass" at the top of his lungs and waves - he has the biggest hands you've ever seen! Feet too. He reminds me of a big puppy, like a lab, you know how they're all paws and big puppy eyes and they just love everyone? He's like that.
Anyway, I await your feedback with some trepidation - poetry was never really my thing, but its nice for special occasions don't you think?
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Thats a form of poetry, working with sylables and shit. It has a name - I think it may be Hiku?? I'm probably wrong!!
Sass.
