From: God of Babylon To: Gorgeous, Red Subject: Derek's Birthday
Man, please stop, so much fun that I can't contain myself. Remind me never ever to let you plan fun activities. You're the worse teenager in the history of teenagers and your 20s have started on the same tone. Good thing you have me to lead you astray.
I said 'real trees' not big trees and by that I meant a spa, maybe an outdoor jacuzzi with a nice view, a few bottles of wine, some pot, other fun activities. Well, I possibly meant a party in the Castro district in San Francisco, but let's not quibble on the details.
The man lives in a place where nothing good exists. Trees are nice, but they should be the starting point, not the end. Cake, fine liquor, good food, great sex. You know like a nice wild orgy in the middle of a winery.