party
We had a few friends round Saturday.
A few drinks. A ton of food. Laughs. Songs. Badly (on my part) executed Rhumba’s (or is that Rhumbae?), the return of the now traditional Birthday Speedo swimming cap, lipsynching to Garth Brooks tunes, and a universe of love.
I got some great cards, and some wonderful pressies: Beauitful photo frames, champagne, vintage wine, flowers, pot plants, beautiful photo books. Lovely.
My straight friend Chris gave me the Collected Tom of Finland. He purchased it here. The conversation goes like this:
C: “I’m looking for a book for my friend. It’s by an Irish writer, I think.”
Kink: “And what’s the name of this Irish writer?”
C: “O Finlan. Tom O Finlan.”
They might still be laughing…
Photos follow, and are also available at my flickr site.
