you can take me down, you can show me your home. Not the place where you live, but the place where you belong.

First things first:

Today is not only the birthday of my lovely friend Trisha, the girl I always live with when one of us finds ourselves single, but it is also the birthday of my friend old David, my very cute, very flirty friend David who my best friend Jessica pines away for. I love them both, like, <---------> this big and I think it is totally unfair that I have to split this day with both of them. David tends to be closer in proximity to me than Trisha, so he usually gets the birthday visit. Last year, we went to Shotgun Willy's. If you are not from Denver and do not know what Shotgun Willy's is, well, it's a grown up club. For grown ups. For drunk, birthday boy grown ups. It was way fun.

I told you,the Libras, they LOVE me and shit.

Second things second:

You see that? That's everything we own in the whole world. It's all packed into little suitcases because tomorrow noon we continue the Mr. Lady's North American tour of 2006. Next city, Denver CO.

I am not moving again for a long, long time.

I am so freaking excited to be going home, I can hardly stand it. I have always been lukewarm in my feelings about the Mile High City, but after a summer away I can say with a fair amount of certainty that Denver is my home. It is where I belong.

Pictures to follow, I would imagine.