Oh. My. God.
You KNOW he's having a party. How could he not? My boy loves to get down. Even if it's with a Fresca and some cheap tail.
You can look forward to more of my thoughts on Gavin's Birthday in tomorrow's Culture Blog, as well as a rundown of my hot and very public date with Mark Leno, but in preparing said Culture Blog, I e-mailed some cronies and mentioned Gavin Birthday as a future national holiday. The brilliant Barbara responded by asking what dorky little traditions would represent Gavin's annual birthday celebration, like pumpkins on Halloween, belligerence on St. Patrick's Day, etc.
Genius question, Barb.
Well, obviously we need some wacky character, like Santa or the Easter Bunny as the Gavin Day mascot. So I'm voting for a slightly wasted, cocky frat boy named "Trip" or "Trent" who slaps young women on the ass and high fives anyone in a baseball hat.
We won't give each other presents on Gavin Day, because Gavin Newsom is gift enough. But we will sip scotch from coffee mugs and hope no one smells our breath. We'll also wear pinstriped suits and talk like old black men. Oh, and each of us has to go on a really boring, awkward date with someone we find attractive yet annoying.
People will hang cut outs from Men's Vogue over their mantels and stores will stockpile hairgel months in advance, alongside fun-size candy and Christmas lights. Obviously, no one goes to work on Gavin Day, but we all have to spend the day pretending to care about some arbitrary issue, like the planet or hobos.
Finally, we pass out at 2am, wasted and regretful, feeling guilty yet fabulous.
Anyway, 24 hours until the first official Gavin Day. Get ready...
*I love the kid in this photo. I guess he's on Team Daly.