If you're me, you invite a bunch of friends over and tell them you're having a sleepover party for your birthday.
That was pretty much all I did.
At the last minute I remembered to buy some munchies and drinks and clean the place up a little. We sat around, talked, laughed, snacked, went out to dinner, sat around and talked and laughed some more (while knitting). Then some people went home and some people unfurled their sleeping bags and crashed out in my den. Then we went out for brunch this morning (Wes and the kids are away).
"I keep petting my Vesper."
"What the hell happened to Serena Williams's butt?"
"There's a nipple and no breast."
"It's BYOB." (In this case B = bacon)
"Well, everyone's dating someone who looks like the Unabomber."
"When are we going to do light as a finger and stiff as a board?"
I took myself to see Forgetting Sarah Marshall this afternoon. I *heart* Jason Segel. I loved him in Freaks and Geeks. I love him on How I Met Your Mother. I love him in this. I love that he hopes to write a new Muppet movie. Love, love, love. The movie is very funny and also really raunchy and stupid. It's rated R with a fair amount of male nudity which made all the teenaged girls in the theater SCREAM. That was also very entertaining.