Saturday is Dee's 17th birthday. Seventeen sucks because it's in the middle of two big birthdays so we're going to make it amazing.
Apparently you can rent a private trolley. There's music and lights and you pick your destination. Our destination? A gourmet chocolate tour of San Francisco. I know my kid, ok?
You're all welcome to join us, gifts loved and appreciated but not required.
Also we're attempting to surprise her so if you could all of that very hush hush until Saturday evening, that would be great.[Peter]
You know what to do, Pete.[[ooc: pretend this was posted a couple of days ago, Bruce wouldn't have waited till the last minute like, um, me.]]