Tuesday, March 29, 2011

It's definitely not a Nashville party...

That's right, bitches. Another month has gone by, and Jason had to turn the big 3-5. We all partied like it was 1999 2011, all right. Some friends had a large dinner party at Trader Vic's (just a coincidence) so Jason and Jim went and had a good time. It really says something that Jason didn't make a bigger fuss about his birthday this year. Instead, he got his IRA going again and opened a high-interest savings account.

Oh how the mighty have fallen.

Well, this week we're all going to New York, where we'll party it up with some old friends and be whores tourists, checking out a few bars museums and such. Our good friend Abby won't be there, unfortunately, so we won't have as much of a fun East Village experience this time. But it will still be all fun all the time, with no auditions for Jason and no rushed schedules or morning commutes for either of the Runnicles. Jason and Jim's supermodel pal Irena will take 'em around on a more fashionable tour of the city, that's for sure!

I'll be there, too. But I've got my own agenda. Holly G., bust out yer Rolodex. We are gonna party like it's 1969.

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