My little Biscy.
My head scratcher.
My pooker pants.
My brother, my best friend, the only person I'd take a bullet for had a birthday.
And last night, the immediate family (sans my mom, who's still having lunch with celebrities in the Village) had drinks at Lazlo and dinner at Maverick.
My brother is a magical creature, much like a unicorn or forrest nymph. He's nice to everyone, he opens doors, he texts brilliant jokes out of the blue. He knows my deepest, darkest secrets, he's drives accross town in the middle of the night when I'm broken hearted, he rubs my back during turbulence and eats the seafood off my airplane salad before I have the chance to gag. My brother makes one hell of a crouton and gives 10 minutes hugs for no reason. My brother is the most peaceful little 6'5" kitten you could ever hope to meet, but the closest I've seen him fight was when a douchebad "disrespected" me in a bar. My brother and I have an odd bond, a bond built from being the only two children in a very weird family. We don't need to speak, we don't need a look, we don't need any formal declaration of sibling committment. My brother is the best guy I know and more important to me than anything I could possibly imagine. My whole death penalty opinion is based on my theory that "The death penalty is wrong, unless someone fucks with Alex."
So, you know, Happy Birthday Biscuit!
Kate and I, over split entrees and our second bottle of Pinot planned our trip to New York and Washington DC together. Kate's moving to DC for her fancy new job and her fancy old boyfried. Jeff heads up a new restaurant and we can eat and sleep fa free in DC. And my mother's still in Ducky's apartment, So we're taking the train up and down the East Coast together, holding hands and playing MadLibs.
I'm very excited and look forward to dipping my toes in that Atlantic cesspool. I was so nice to dive into our shared steak and pasta and plan our adventure, calling Jeff and insisting upon hotel suites and assuring Kate that she won't be lonely so far away.
Anyway, Happy Birthday Lex and I'm right behind ya, Kate.
I had a really good weekend...