tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us

It was the best birthday ever, guys. I mean, obvs, since I was surrounded by people who understand the meaning of cerulean blue crayons and funfetti.* Pictures of the epicness at the edge of it all are to come, but let’s just say there was

• endless dancing
• a round of exquisite corpse
• peewee’s big adventure
• shooting stars
• hot tub time machine, the musical
• face paint
• forts
• rap tribute videos conceived in the tall sea grass
• for however briefly, we flew

_{*the ‘OMG’ is a silly little joke: for the longest time, when friends would say ‘OMG’ I thought they were saying my initials, as in, “oh, MG!”}