i remember seeing you and your wife walk into the kitchen [upstairs] a little over a year ago. your long hair was hanging in your face, a look i've come to know is standard with you. jenny wore see through glass high heels and a pink dress that would make bjork jealous. i watched you both out of the corner of my eye, wishing we were still little kids so i could just walk up to you and say, "hey, wanna play in my sandbox?"
flash forward to today. we've found each other in the sandbox. it gets messy in here sometimes, shoveling all the smack talk and keeping the other kids from stealing our rake. they want to play in the sand so badly. "THERE'S NO ROOM!" we scream.
banquet, la dolce vita, jack daniels, plano, texas, caviar on demand, free ironing service, JT at 2am, jenny clone, red wine, robot conventions...ding dong, avon calling.
your mind is electric. thanks for letting me be a part of it.
i love you.
i love your wife.
i love all of us.
happy birthday rob.
(everybody wang chung tonight.)
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