No Evil, Moriarty, or Katherine invited to the party!
Okay, first of all? Super happy to be alive right now. I'm not stupid, I know that was close. And a huge gigantic overwhelmingly sappy thank you to both John Watson and one of my favourite Time Lord, the Ninth Doctor. Cause I'm pretty sure without the two of you, I wouldn't be typing this right now.
Secondly, I missed my bloody birthday thanks to a fever of 102 and some slight hallucinations about King Tut and the chessboard scene in Harry Potter. Don't ask.
So we're remedying this. And we're going all out. I know mine wasn't the only birthday recently, either, so we're just gonna throw one big old bash and call it a night. All ages welcome (including the kids!) but note that alcohol will be served! I've got a DJ lined up (who glared at me considering it's prom season but then I threw a number out at him and suddenly, I'm approved), catering from a local steakhouse (who's just grateful to have the business...apparently half the city thought they'd been food poisoned), and a location if I can convince Mrs. Shurley who is my favourite bar patron EVER to allow me to book the Roadhouse for the night, wink wink wink.
Next weekend, Saturday the 12th. Be there.
Ahem. Sorry, Lawrence High, didn't mean to rain on your frilly dress parade! Friday, May 11th, be there!