Someone Special Is 30
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B.J.'s lime-encrusted ass turned 30 in April, and it was the biggest extravaganza in the apartment ever -- perhaps the biggest in the district, as German parties tend to be about 14 strong, with everyone knowing each other. There's a lot of conventional wisdom about turning three-oh and what it's supposed to change, but what use is all that to a vagabond spirit like B. Arthur Werner Knight?
This Austrian guy named Andreas came a day before and spent seven uninterrupted hours cooking and baking things for the party. It was like a funnier, one-sided episode of Iron Chef, and by the end, there were about 20 dishes for our kindly guests Old people come first [to the party] Ben's mom was doin' the damn thing Sebastian Take a tip from the pros: don't say they look like brother and sister A lovable old drunk who likes nothing more than a parlay Kitchen Rumpus room Gerd and his young lady Ben was scurrying about all night, being pulled hither or dragged yon. It's guest of honor blues Okay, so there were these dudes. They were hanging out near the door, looking glum. What's goin on guys? I entreated. Turns out they were hoping the proceedings were going to be more gay. Now, I know Ben's a theater director and wears tight shirts, but that's something of a left-fielder! So I helped them out by making them a Gayzone. Feels a little weird herding all the homosexuals to a designated section of a German city, but they begged for it! Good gorgeous Lord! Questionable Roman ambassador becomes a political target Ballroom dancing happened. I hate when silver foxes finesse your women away from you. It awakens early-20th-century grudges that I couldn't possibly have Major rager!!!!!! Okay, so we've grown up a little since then |