HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
Nov. 29th, 2010 11:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Saturday was my birthday and it was awesome *\o/* I want to thank everyone for their lovely birthday wishes and emails and smoke signals, and
lavcea,
sparky77 and anonymous for my virtual presents with special adoration for
maurheti who wrote me Southland fic wherein there is shaving of the beard. (No literally) \o/
I'd also like to wish my fellow birthday weekend girls (
foxxcub,
rageprufrock,
slodwick) many happy returns of the day! It's hard sharing your birthday with major holidays; people are always trying to be out of town -- what's that all about?
And in conclusion: music, cause everybody loves music on their birthday!
50 Cent 'in da Club'
Stevie Wonder 'Happy Birthday'
K's Choice 'Everything for Free'
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I'd also like to wish my fellow birthday weekend girls (
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And in conclusion: music, cause everybody loves music on their birthday!
50 Cent 'in da Club'
Stevie Wonder 'Happy Birthday'
K's Choice 'Everything for Free'
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Date: 2010-11-29 06:30 pm (UTC)I'm glad yours was awesome!
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Date: 2010-11-30 01:31 am (UTC)"Go, Cristina...it's your birthday, you're gonna party like it's your birthday."
I'm a lameass.
Happy Belated Birthday!
♥
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Date: 2010-11-30 05:06 am (UTC)Happy belated birthday! Here, have some of the 'Yiddish/pretend boyfriends/obnoxious family' fic I'm working on.
Eames turned around so fast that two of the eggs came flying out of the carton and landed on the floor in a shelly, gooey mess.
"Bugger." Eames grabbed for the roll of paper towels as Arthur yanked off a dishrag from the oven door handle. They both bent down at the same time and ended up cracking their heads together. Eames winced and rubbed his forehead gingerly. "Bloody hell, your head is made out of granite. When you say 'be my boyfriend' I don't suppose you mean 'let's take this show to the bedroom and shag til we can hardly walk'?"
Arthur fell backwards out of his crouch, most likely getting yolk and shell all over the thighs of his expensive pants. Served him right, too. "No. No. What the hell?"
"Forgive me for assuming something so crazy when you say things that aren't crazy at all." Eames held up his hands, then he put them down again quickly when the shell he was holding cracked further and a large chunk fell onto his pants. "Care to explain?"
"In about thirty minutes my mother, bubbe and aunt Esther are going to come barreling through my front door to eat dinner and you are to never again mention this night to anyone." Quick as a flash, and way before Eames even saw it coming, Arthur had the dry towel wound up and wrapped around Eames' neck tightly. He tugged and Eames fell forward, because it was apparently his turn to get goo all over the knees of his pants. "I'm so completely serious about this, Eames. If you breathe one word of this to anyone--"
"I'll be sleeping with the fishes?" Eames finished for him, grinning. Arthur shoved him backwards and yanked the towel back. He sopped the mess up and stood to toss the rag into a bowl on the counter.
"Look, I like to keep my private life private." Arthur turned around and held a hand out to Eames, who was still sitting on the floor. Eames took it after a minute of staring. "But the short story is I come from a large Jewish family and everybody is in everybody else's business. All. The. Time."
Eames saw the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "No worries, mate." Eames gave him a big smile and clapped him on the shoulder. Then he winced when he noticed his hands still had bits of shell and sticky whites on them. Arthur narrowed his eyes when he realized as well so Eames plowed ahead. "I'm just not sure why I need to be your boyfriend for that."
Arthur turned on his heel and approached the counter. He began yanking ingredients out of the bag and slamming them on the counter as he talked. "Like I said," he told the little plastic yellow bottle of lemon juice, "they are in everybody's business. It's easier if they just think you're my boyfriend instead of spending the night--"
"Harassing you about why you don't have one yet?" Eames smiled slowly, moving to stand next to Arthur. He pulled a pan down that was hanging over the oven and set it on a burner. "Why Arthur, you little minx. I had no idea you were into that sort of thing." Eames grinned down at the pan as he turned the burner on.
"Again, I like to keep my private life private, Eames." Eames could practically hear the eyeroll. He did the same, only he exaggerated the movement so Arthur could be sure to see it.
"Darling," he began gently, "I was joking. It's not exactly a secret, you know."
"What's not a secret?" Arthur turned to face Eames head on, his arms crossed. Eames just shrugged, nonchalant.
"Arthur, you wear thousand dollar suits to dirty warehouses. You didn't bat an eyelash that time Ariadne's top came down and I'm pretty sure that was solely for your benefit." He nudged Arthur over with his hip and grabbed for the box of stock. "And of course, there was that whole thing you had with Nash."
Arthur grabbed his wrist so tightly Eames nearly dropped the box. "There was no thing with me and Nash." He squeezed tighter until Eames let out a tiny noise.
So just. Enjoy or something...? Did I say Happy Birthday already?
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Date: 2010-11-30 11:54 pm (UTC)I like giving people things. It's an illness, yo. :)