And we didn’t think you’d make it past 33 with all the…well, you know. So happy you’re still bombing around! To those reading this in the Burbank area, be advised that Steve will probably pull out his guitar at some point tonight and ask you to join him in a Jimmy Eat World-ish version of “With a Little Help from My Friends.” Indulge him, this is his special day. Kisses!
PS – Although this post is filed under the “Junk Drawer” category, it’s worth mentioning that Steve is not, in fact, junk. At least junk gets picked up.
Tags: Birthdays, DJ Steve, Singalongs
August 31, 2009 at 5:51 pm |
Henning! That was not nice…the part about being picked up! Don’t make me come up there to find you…
August 31, 2009 at 6:07 pm |
Redacted, Mrs. Page. I think your son is perfectly pick-up-able and any girl would be lucky to find herself doing the picking. It might be too late to stop delivery of this shirt, though…
August 31, 2009 at 10:02 pm |
That is a pretty hard to resist “T”. Perhaps I should invest…Nah.
Happy Birthday DJ Steve! Hope it was a terrific day, just like you!