Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Birthday

Today is my birthday. My folks called and sang happy birthday, they're in Antibes at the Hotel Du Cap with their Bentley-driving, vineyard owning, chubby-daughter having friends.

Hotel Du Cap, Eden Roc - Hosting rich cunts and assholes since before they were rich.

After the Birthday Song, my dad shouts into the speakerphone, "28 and no children!"

They are both drunk at its 1pm in France. "We love you, get married," my mom chimes in as the connection is broken or they just hang up. Blackberry texts say I should get a package this week. My parent s have been giving me wedding gifts for the last three years, when I asked my mom why she thought I needed a Baccarat crystal decanter for my 26th birthday, she replied, "your wife is going to love it, trust me."

Package came this afternoon -

"Its a Steuben!"


Thanks mom!

2 comments:

LadyHAHA said...

damn. talk about pressure! You're not THAT old. I mean, I understand if you were a chick, the eggs might be getting a little tough on the outside, but still....

thanks for stopping by the blog btw, I'll introduce you to a Brazilian chick so you can make beautiful babies together.

Cowboy said...

The fuse is burning... you don't want your kid to be the one with the 'old dad' do you?