Have I mentioned that I love parties? I’d party every day if I could. Oh wait — I do! One of the (few) perks of legacy living: we’re filthy rich, I don’t have to work; I can party all day and all night thanks to Zzz juice (so maybe I haven’t broken that habit).After Dad got home from work, I called some of our close family and friends to celebrate with us. Franz brought his insane girlfriend…I don’t really get what he sees in her, or what she sees in him, for that matter — he’s a total player. Whatever, it’s his life, not mine.Zane showed up! And he wears Converse. Plum, he just gets better and better.Apparently Mom hired a caterer…I don’t know why, we’re all capable of making a basic box mix cake. And even more, he hired Franz’s second girlfriend. Awkward. Anyway! Back to the party!Even though I’m pretty sure Mom’s older, she refused to grey first, so Dad was up. Graceful, Dad.
With a bit of hesitancy, she did it — she blew out the candles. We waited for the transformation to occur. Nice, Mom. I hope I look that good when I’m an Elder. First thing they did as oldies? Make out. It’s a Soulmate thing, I guess.Oops, how did that pic get in there? Hehehe, don’t mind me, just looking amazing…Zane had to leave early — work again. He’s been so busy with work lately, I hardly see him. I changed into something more comfortable (still on point, as usual) then called him up to make plans for later this week. I actually really like this guy.
Of course Mom had some “words of elderly wisdom” for me. I swear, elders think they can say whatever they want. Or maybe it’s just a Mom thing.
While I don’t have plans for “baby-making,” I might have some other plans. Perhaps some DTR-related plans.