3.03.2005

Happy B-Day!

Everyone wish my beautiful, brilliant better half a happy birthday!

11 comments:

Grendel said...

Many happy returns for a lovely birthday, Brooke. What did Ian get you?

TLB said...

Happy Birthday, Miss Brooke. Go out tonight to the Landing, see some cool bands, and make Ian buy you a drink.

brooke said...

Thank you, Miss Becky! But, oh, how the Landing has deteriorated (with the exception of Mississippi Nights, which is still a fabulous place to see bands). There's actually a club there (Margarita Mama's, I do believe) that gives out boob jobs. As prizes. For something. Lord, I wish I were kidding. All my best to you and Brandon, and congrats on being so close to finishing the novel!

El Gordo de Amore said...

Happy birthday!

But, how anyone can think a club handing out boob jobs is a BAD thing is beyond me.

Do they do it at the club? The only thing better would be if they sent you home with a pet monkey.

A pet monkey with a boob job.

TLB said...

Actually I'm not the least bit surprised. About the boob jobs or the deterioration of the Landing. Though I did see Flesh for Lulu and Johnny Rotten there in the fall of 1989.

You're probably working with a bunch of Mizzou journalism grads at that paper of yours; ask them to tell you their Don Ranly stories.

We will have a drink for you after Aimee Phan's reading tonight.

TLB said...

Don Ranly, in case you're wondering, is the Frank of Missouri journalism.

SER said...

Happy birthday, Brooke! I suggest you go on a real bender and consider even getting arrested, because (a) it'll provide fodder for your fiction, and (b) it turns out that people consider this kind of behavior "indecorous" at ages more advanced than yours. Poppycock!

bR said...

Happy Birthday, Brooke! And I'll echo SER's recommendations. Turns out, among my students at least, that making the weekly blotter is something of a mark of distinction.

Vampiro said...

Happy Birthday, Brooke!

brooke said...

Thanks so much for the kind wishes, all -- and for the suggestions. I'm thinking dinner, drinks, and then a little petty theft, either of or with a pet monkey.

El Gordo, I like to imagine that the aforementioned Margarita Mama's is a dance club/cosmetic surgery megaplex. What I really want to know is how the surgery "winner" is chosen. A drawing? Nominations? A jury of peers? So many possibilities, all of them unsettling.

bR and SER, I've gone all these years without an arrest. Alas! And I do know, second-hand, the pride that comes with being an undergrad and being arrested. If I remember correctly, one of Deanna's students called her, from jail, to see if she could bail him out. Nice!

Vampiro, thank you, sir. I actually got the serious giggles just the other night, thinking of how, at the end of the last-ever workshop, you and Ian decided to drink (lots of) Sprite and Old Crow, sit in lawn chairs and comment on your surroundings -- looking for all the world like Statler and Waldorf, those two heckling Muppets. And then you both went door-to-door to sororities, asking for cigarettes. I miss you!

Grendel -- that puppy. So adorable. Or is it the grown Grendel, rendered wee? (I can't tell on my laptop.) Thanks for the wishes, and thanks for starting this blog. It's invaluable.

Grendel said...

That's Grendel at about two years old, rendered wee. He's almost three and a half now. And he has a little sister named Luka. She's five months, a Siberian husky/terrier mix, found abandoned in some woods in Illinois.