Happy Birthday Gaith!

I'm home for the weekend, celebrating my older brother's birthday with the family.

(okay, to be completely honest, the major reason I came home was to do some laundry without having to waste a bunch of quarters or haul my crap up 3 flights of stairs)

Reflecting on the conversation I had with my brother when I told him I was coming home, I realize how much of a dork I am and how crazy my family is:

G: Yo
L: Yo. Happy birthday bro! *singing in a low monotone* happy birthday, happy birthday, people dying everywhere, all the world is in despair, happy birthday, happy birthday
G: thanks nea. So what'd you get me?
L: my presence.
G: what?
L: I'm coming home this weekend.
G: Seriously? No real gift?
L: ....uhh....no? Am I not good enough?
G: no, you're alright, but seriously not even a crummy gift card to Wally World??
L: nope sorry. Oh, but Greta did get you something?
G: Really?!?
L: Yeah. But I wouldn't get to excited.
G: Y not?
L: well, she is a cat.
G: true
L: plus, she is totally schizo so I wouldn't hold high hopes.
G: haha. Yeah. She is about the strangest cat in the world.
L: Hey! don't make fun of my cat.
G: I'm not being mean, she's just weird. So you coming home tonight?
L: probably. Y?
G: Oh, cause we are going to the practice space and going to have cake, a bonfire, and beer.
L: sounds like a stellar combo.
G: you should come.
L: ....do u really want me to come or are you hoping I'll drive your drunk ass home later?
G:....um. the first one (in a strained voice)
L: you just me to come play DD.
G; okay, true.
L: but if I have to sit around with all of your friends all night, I'm going to need to drink.


Seriously, that was our whole conversation. Nice to know I'm wanted; even if it is only as DD.