Mr. Cheeks' birthday is coming up - a big one, his 40th.
This weekend we're having that party at the lake with a bunch of friends. Hell, I even invited his friend Pete (grrrr...) and his I-Mistook-Her-For-A-Hooker-The-First-Time-I-Met-Her wife, Nicole. Believe me, that's huge. The only thing I feel a little bit bad about is that it isn't his actual birthday - but with it being Labor Day weekend, it's perfect for everyone to get away. (And will it turn into an alcohol fueled sexual frenzy? Stay tuned!)
His actual birthday is the following Sunday. He'll be going to a football game with his friends the day before, then we're going to his mom's house for a family brunch on his birthday and then the two of us will go out for dinner at our favorite restaurant that night.
For his gift, I'm doing a theme - giving him a little something from different phases of his life. A toy from his childhood (Rock 'Em Sock 'Em robots!), a dvd featuring a woman he jerked off to and fantasizes about still to this day (Phoebe Cates popping her top in Fast Times at Ridgemont High), a beloved cd that was stolen during a house party years ago that he wasn't ever able to replace (glory be to the interwebs and that nice Belgian dude!), a really good bottle of burgundy and tickets to the upcoming Kings of Leon show.
But there's no "Wow!" gift - no tickets to the World Series, no big screen tv, no surprise party, no I'm Taking You On The Trip of A Lifetime gift. And I'm starting to panic. *wanders off to price flat screen HDTV's*
This weekend we're having that party at the lake with a bunch of friends. Hell, I even invited his friend Pete (grrrr...) and his I-Mistook-Her-For-A-Hooker-The-First-Time-I-Met-Her wife, Nicole. Believe me, that's huge. The only thing I feel a little bit bad about is that it isn't his actual birthday - but with it being Labor Day weekend, it's perfect for everyone to get away. (And will it turn into an alcohol fueled sexual frenzy? Stay tuned!)
His actual birthday is the following Sunday. He'll be going to a football game with his friends the day before, then we're going to his mom's house for a family brunch on his birthday and then the two of us will go out for dinner at our favorite restaurant that night.
For his gift, I'm doing a theme - giving him a little something from different phases of his life. A toy from his childhood (Rock 'Em Sock 'Em robots!), a dvd featuring a woman he jerked off to and fantasizes about still to this day (Phoebe Cates popping her top in Fast Times at Ridgemont High), a beloved cd that was stolen during a house party years ago that he wasn't ever able to replace (glory be to the interwebs and that nice Belgian dude!), a really good bottle of burgundy and tickets to the upcoming Kings of Leon show.
But there's no "Wow!" gift - no tickets to the World Series, no big screen tv, no surprise party, no I'm Taking You On The Trip of A Lifetime gift. And I'm starting to panic. *wanders off to price flat screen HDTV's*
p.s. I'm just venting/panicking aloud. This, too, shall pass...
All I EVER want for my birthday is an alcohol fueled sexual frenzy. Way better than any stupid old TV.
ReplyDeleteDid I mention my birthday's coming up too?
ReplyDeleteSounds like you have a great birthday planned for him. Hell, "alcohol fueled sexual frenzy" is what most guys want, isn't it? ;)
ReplyDeleteyou could look to his future and give him an enema.
ReplyDeleteOrgies: not just for equinoxes anymore.
ReplyDeleteThe big 40. I remember when I turned 40. Happy, happy Birthday!
ReplyDeleteOh, man, you mean the sex fueled alcohol frenzy ISN'T he big gift?
ReplyDeleteWait, i fucked THAT up!
ReplyDeleteWell gosh, we know you're priorities now don't we ;-)
ReplyDeleteI think the Phoebe Cates thing is enough in and of itself. Yes, a great moment in theatrical history. I think you've got plenty going. Give him a wonderful alcohol fueled fuck and I think he'll be in bday heaven.
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