Ok so this is the end of any talk concerning my birthday. But for those who planned it and those who attended and those who couldnt be there, this post is for you.
Some of my bestest friends came into town for the celebration.
Kelsey(Vegas), Marci(costa mesa), KR(HB) and the Meadows (Salt Lake)
Christy Moe got me those awesome silly straw glasses (which my nephews are now obsessed with). Look at all those people! I was in shock.
Aubrey got me these beautiful roses...very romantic.
Mike(left) is the one responsible for the Blairwitch style photography captured that evening. Meredith and Jeff(right)..thanks for coming guys (isn't merz so pretty? i love this picture of you, girl.)
Me with Linds and Britt, arent we cute? I love this picture.
More of the crowds...boy i sure do have a lot of friends in California.
After dinner we went back to the girls house for a few other things they had planned. Here is Aubrey (giver of the roses which my roommates and i later played Bachelor with, it was fun) and Brig.
the delicious and impressive cake that KR designed and created. Dre, Allie, and Daile enjoying some of that cake.
where my girls at? Almost HALF of the DDD (if only Rhyll wasn't on a cruise...)
The night ended with a light poetry reading by my friends. Neil (right) was the soundpiece to start off the poems and man, they were funny.
Here is Neils poem:
Dear shav,
you are short,
kind of like
A quick retort,
you make cakes
like my mom makes pans,
thin,
but too thin,
goes straight to my calfs,
You live in vegas,
like I live in Cal,
but when you drink
you call me hal,
So that one didn't
have a good rhyme,
sue me or something,
I'm doing just ok,
You have a drug problem,
hitting tylonal pm
when the time starts with an "a"
I'd criticize you,
but it seems rude,
good thing I don't got no attitude
Kind of like jumping on an air mattress,
like it's a trampoline,
but really it's not,
it's your portable sleeping cuisine
Cuisine can mean,
whatever I want,
in this case,
a portable cot
I smoke dope,
but only when writing pimp, linguistic notes,
making this poem,
kind of lome,
lome is my new word,
I use to mean lame,
when lame won't rhyme,
with the word I want,
at a specified particular spot,
if it means something else,
perhaps not proper,
I don't take accountability,
I'm not a *ing word dropper - What?!
What-what this poem's about to drop,
like a bomb on bagdad,
I start wars for my old dad,
I put politics into my rhymes,
cause it's my only way of starting up crime,
I now will list all my complaints,
from the weather to Mike Saint
Mike Saint always serves in the square,
while my partner just returns it straight into the air,
I'm really thirsty right now,
cause there's no water in reach,
and K-rocks upstairs,
cause she's straight asleep,
and I'm stuck in the foyer
watching latino dudes,
rip up the front doorway,
seems kind of rude
this table I'm typing on,
doesn't feel that strong,
and I need a shower,
if I'm gonna have a chance to get it on,
My life's a little crazy
Kind of like Jay-z
Managing Rihanna,
but not Mr. Chris B
Kind of like JT
Dating the Biel,
but his eyes wandering,
like a player for a steal,
Did you read that blog today?
Where that one guy said that one thing,
and then that other one had nothing to say?
It was cra-zay,
Now to rap up,
so I can start this nap up,
I'd like to just speak up,
and say this day's measuring up,
got me all fired up,
to keep typing up,
quit my job and take a new career up,
Kind of like the Phoenix,
Taking my life to it's zenith,
grow a beard,
drink a beer,
start to rhyme so all can hear,
room - boom,
boom - room,
this poem,
was totally, totally doomed...
Luckily my word doc just ran out of room.
and here is Pete's:
Shauna has a cute lil batootie,
That adds to her darling and beauty,
With her style and her smarts,
Her crafts and her arts,
Becoming like her is our duty.
Adorable huh? There were many others that were grand that i will later possibly be posting, but these two emailed me their poems so i fortunately have them with me at work.
All in all, it was a grand time, i felt very loved and now....im 26. WEIRD.
Some of my bestest friends came into town for the celebration.
Kelsey(Vegas), Marci(costa mesa), KR(HB) and the Meadows (Salt Lake)
Christy Moe got me those awesome silly straw glasses (which my nephews are now obsessed with). Look at all those people! I was in shock.
Aubrey got me these beautiful roses...very romantic.
Mike(left) is the one responsible for the Blairwitch style photography captured that evening. Meredith and Jeff(right)..thanks for coming guys (isn't merz so pretty? i love this picture of you, girl.)
Me with Linds and Britt, arent we cute? I love this picture.
More of the crowds...boy i sure do have a lot of friends in California.
After dinner we went back to the girls house for a few other things they had planned. Here is Aubrey (giver of the roses which my roommates and i later played Bachelor with, it was fun) and Brig.
the delicious and impressive cake that KR designed and created. Dre, Allie, and Daile enjoying some of that cake.
where my girls at? Almost HALF of the DDD (if only Rhyll wasn't on a cruise...)
The night ended with a light poetry reading by my friends. Neil (right) was the soundpiece to start off the poems and man, they were funny.
Here is Neils poem:
Dear shav,
you are short,
kind of like
A quick retort,
you make cakes
like my mom makes pans,
thin,
but too thin,
goes straight to my calfs,
You live in vegas,
like I live in Cal,
but when you drink
you call me hal,
So that one didn't
have a good rhyme,
sue me or something,
I'm doing just ok,
You have a drug problem,
hitting tylonal pm
when the time starts with an "a"
I'd criticize you,
but it seems rude,
good thing I don't got no attitude
Kind of like jumping on an air mattress,
like it's a trampoline,
but really it's not,
it's your portable sleeping cuisine
Cuisine can mean,
whatever I want,
in this case,
a portable cot
I smoke dope,
but only when writing pimp, linguistic notes,
making this poem,
kind of lome,
lome is my new word,
I use to mean lame,
when lame won't rhyme,
with the word I want,
at a specified particular spot,
if it means something else,
perhaps not proper,
I don't take accountability,
I'm not a *ing word dropper - What?!
What-what this poem's about to drop,
like a bomb on bagdad,
I start wars for my old dad,
I put politics into my rhymes,
cause it's my only way of starting up crime,
I now will list all my complaints,
from the weather to Mike Saint
Mike Saint always serves in the square,
while my partner just returns it straight into the air,
I'm really thirsty right now,
cause there's no water in reach,
and K-rocks upstairs,
cause she's straight asleep,
and I'm stuck in the foyer
watching latino dudes,
rip up the front doorway,
seems kind of rude
this table I'm typing on,
doesn't feel that strong,
and I need a shower,
if I'm gonna have a chance to get it on,
My life's a little crazy
Kind of like Jay-z
Managing Rihanna,
but not Mr. Chris B
Kind of like JT
Dating the Biel,
but his eyes wandering,
like a player for a steal,
Did you read that blog today?
Where that one guy said that one thing,
and then that other one had nothing to say?
It was cra-zay,
Now to rap up,
so I can start this nap up,
I'd like to just speak up,
and say this day's measuring up,
got me all fired up,
to keep typing up,
quit my job and take a new career up,
Kind of like the Phoenix,
Taking my life to it's zenith,
grow a beard,
drink a beer,
start to rhyme so all can hear,
room - boom,
boom - room,
this poem,
was totally, totally doomed...
Luckily my word doc just ran out of room.
and here is Pete's:
Shauna has a cute lil batootie,
That adds to her darling and beauty,
With her style and her smarts,
Her crafts and her arts,
Becoming like her is our duty.
Adorable huh? There were many others that were grand that i will later possibly be posting, but these two emailed me their poems so i fortunately have them with me at work.
All in all, it was a grand time, i felt very loved and now....im 26. WEIRD.
4 comments:
Look. I can disconnect me arm and then strap it to my torso like an amputee.
you'll love 26...even better than 25! way WAY better than 13!
thanks for the shout out. you are my cosmopolitan queen! one of these days we'll have to hang out when it's not a mormon party so loud you have to yell to b e heard ;).
shavs, you make me smile!!! i'm so glad you had a happy 26th birthday. you looked absolutely adorble and i love that pic of you with britt and linds. HOT! and neil, if you're reading this, what the h#%* was that poem?
Aubrey, it's called "genius".
Admittedly "genius" is a bit harder to discern in text format than in a candle lit poetry reading, so I have decided to forgive your harshness.
You're welcome
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