Meat Coma and Sharp, Shiny Things

In The Doubtful Guest by flagg16 Comments

My animal has apparently been working on this for weeks.

I’ve never had a surprise party before. And it did flabbergast me. I was blushing like an idiot. I always do when I am reminded that my friends love me. 18 people; some scene, some not, and by the weirdest fluke of friends-of-friends, Nina Guccione- Bob Guccione’s daughter and Penthouse heir- were all at my table.

It was brazilian BBQ.. or, as we call it, meat coma… and I was (and still am) deleriously happy. A cross section of the people I love most were present, and regards from those who could not attend, and meat, and friends, and meat, and laughter, and meat, and presents, and meat, and friends, and meat…

A few times my animal caught me sitting and staring. She checked to see if I was OK. I was better than OK. I was overwhelmed. She kept it small enough to be manageable, but it was still big enough that I was poleaxed by the sheer number of people who hauled themselves into the Middle Of Nowhere, Queens, to come and gobble down lots and lots of meat with me. (Did I mention all the meat? There was meat. Lots of it. Meat.)

The best gift I can ever ask for is time with the people I love most. I am greedy for it. genuinely greedy. It defines how I most want to spend my minutes on this earth- making art, grinding pretty girls under my boot, and being with the people I truly love.

My animal has made me utterly, sublimely happy. She gave me my friends. My friends have made me tutterly, sublimely happy- they gave me their time. I am so fucking happy tonight, it’s embarrassing. There are people I miss- people I love who are not present- and I figure I am so happy, they should be getting a little tickle under their skirts from a long distance contact high.

There were other presents too.

For sheer utility, I got a sleek, black new 17″ monitor. It’s glorious. I’m using it right now. Sleek. Black. Bright. Big. Beautiful. Useful. And there among the games, movies and gift certificates shone the present that defined it all: A shiny, polished bone saw.

I tell you this:

Nothing says “I love you” like a bone saw.

Thank you, animal. Thank you, everybody.
I’m gonna sit here and glow awhile.

“I am not hungry, but thank goodness, I am greedy.”
-Punch

  • Happy Birthday. Today was mine.

  • Happy Birthday Flagg 🙂

  • Happy Birthday Flagg.
    🙂

  • Wow, what a wonderful evening! Happy birthday, Flagg!

  • Oh. Wow. I’m breathless. I’m so very happy for you and more than that, so extremely grateful for your animal for giving this to you. It’s your birthday and I feel like I was just given the most wonderful present of all–to know that you had this.

    Happy Birthday, Eng.

  • Glad to see you had such an enjoyable time. Happy Birthday! 🙂

  • Uncle-

    I wish you the absolute best on this your birthday.

    May all your dark wishes and dreams come true.

    *HUGS*

  • that’s really nice. Happy birthday. 🙂

  • Happy Birthday, Flagg.

  • Beautiful.

  • Happy Birthday Flagg!

  • Happy Birthday Flagg! That was such a warm, lovely post — I’m so glad you had such a wonderful birthday.

  • Glad you had a lovely birthday. May the years to come only bring the happiest of times your way.

  • Happy Birthday! Hope you also got a spanking.

  • Meat and blood, blood and meat. And the company of friends.

    It sounds like you had a wonderful, darkly happy birthday.

  • just FYI… you’re being discussed. thought you had a right to know.

    http://www.livejournal.com/community/honestds/59774.html?view=421758#t421758