Happy BIrthday Jeffrey!

Ahhh back to writting. It feels good again. Blazing and writing. Always a good pair. I'm back with my Victorian Nights. I have missed them. Ever since I gave up smoking, I have been staying inside to consume more, which is good for the lungs, but bad for appreciating my lovely victorian nights. THey are a bit cool these days, but still very much worth appreciating the nights on numerous nights out of the week.

Today is Jeffrey's Birthday, so I feel the west coast needs to offer a little bit of a b-day luv and celebrate in style. I don't want to suggest I will be drinking alone in my basement, rather we have our Cultural Extravaganza that night and people usually go out afterwards, so I'm sure a pint or two will be raised.

Were an actual toast required I would say something along the lines of To the best friend anyone could ask for! (and then the grammar nerd in me would say for whom to ask.) To one of the best people I know. To a fantastic listener, supporter in every endeavour, and fellow chill dude. This has been a really great year for a lot of things, and our friendship was one of them. Jeff at 22 you were really fantastic. Now you are Jeff at 23. A new year, we'll see what is to come, but whatever it is, it will be amazing i'm sure. Much love, much love sent all your way.

I am also reminded of my 23rd birthday. It was fairly phenomenal. It was my champagne birthday- that is I turned 23 on the 23rd of April. It was perfect. I made mimosas at noon, ate my favourite foods, read Jeanette Winterson's Sexing the Cherry for a long time, napped, blazed, drank more wine at dinner with Mom and Dad, and more champagne at Jeff's after dessert chez moi. We went to Molly Blooms. I vaguely remember. I didn't remember much the next morning, but Chloe let me know she drove me to the bar. I formally resigned from said establishment around midnight. Appparently I have been to Wink's twice. I really don't remember even having been there. Like at all. And even after all that. they apparently let me in to Jack's, where I may have consumed more or just kind of sat there not know what was going on. Eventually we ended back at Jeff and Ryan's and Ryan and Lauren and I watched V for Vendetta in HRyan's room. Yes HRyan is how I will refer to him. And miraculously I survived it all and did not vomit. Inexplicable I know. That was my 23rd b-day and it was amazing, well the parts I remembered and have been informed of later, and I was surrounded by people that I loved and did exactly what I wanted to do.

I have never made it to the end of this Regina Spektor song, and tonight I just did, and its so beautiful. THe beginning used to trip me out too much and the next song on the play list is one of my favourites so I would just always skip it. But it is beautiful- Daniel Cowman. Intensely beautiful at the end. Also exciting to discover something new in the music you listen to so so frequently. ...music nerd to apparently...my true colours shine....

This was a very long post. Thank you for getting through it. Happy Birthday Jeffrey. Horray for nostalgia. Love to all.

Rach, from a chilly, cloudy Victorian night.