Tonight we concluded the 12 Days of Landon by going out for a night of drinking and friendship. If you are unaware of what the 12 Days of Landon are, consider it a 12 Day testament to Landon’s birthday, my need to overdue celebrations to combat a deep-seated fear of abandonment, and the excess disposable income I’ve acquired through not grocery shopping or getting those 3 warning lights in my car checked out.
(Update: I was 3000 miles overdue for an oil change, and had a nail in my tire)
(Update #2: I have 3 eggs and some brown sugar in my apartment)
The evening started off at Bel-Air for dinner. The chips were a lovely source of carbs to fill his stomach but not his soul, and the margaritas .were an excellent way to make him forget he didn’t have a soul to fill in the first place.
To be blunt, after that it was a whirlwind of:
- Landon getting drunk within 30 minutes of arrival at the first bar
- Landon running around a lot
- Landon dancing sprawled out on his floor (more of a floor shimmy)
- Landon gently falling asleep, all tuckered out and ready to wake up the next morning to exercise his shame away at the gym
Landon, I hope you had a lovely 12 Days. Please prepare yourself mentally for the 25 Days of Landon Christmas.
Landon Acknowledge Me 