1. A check from my parents.
2. Some horrible, I mean nasty, cupcakes. For some reason, stores are now using a red food coloring that tastes like insecticide. I also got a cake from Greg's mother, which thankfully was much better.
3. A deck of cards from Marlboro in a box that says
and when you open it up
I'm not sure how to take the Marlboro gift. "We're killing you, so here's to one of your few remaining birthdays. Oh and by the way, gambling is fun too." Thanks Marlboro
I was also told that I would be getting gifts from Greg and my sister. I'm still waiting though. I actually sent mine off to my sister on time for once and she sent hers late for once. How did we trade places?
Anyway, on my own, I took the money from my parents and went shopping. I got:
Well, we have a serigraph by Anatole Krasnyansky that fell out of it's frame and I found one of the cats scratching at it on the floor. It was undamaged, but I took it to a framing shop to have it remounted and get glass put in front of it.
While there I got some pastels and pastel paper to doodle on.
I got:
The Flaming lips was a total mistake. It turns out it was from a BBC show where they choose songs that they like. I was thinking it was remakes of The Flaming Lips. Boy oh boy, was I wrong.
I also went to buy some shoes. I wanted some Ecco's because I heard they were great. I found some at a Nordstrom Rack, but they were horribly ugly. Sorry Dad, I'll have to wait until they have a better style.
I also got a gift card in the mail from Aveda for free personalized perfume. It's not really personalized....well, it is if you consider choosing it to be personalized. I chose a mixture of patchouli, jasmine and sandalwood. I used to think that patchouli smelled like dirt and sweat, but now I like it. While I was there in the Desert Passage Mall at the Aladdin, I also bought some scented candles (patchouli, oddly enough) and a pretzel.
There, that was my birthday.
