birthday notes

this note was found hanging on one of our wall decorations in our front hallway yesterday. i have no idea who Torrie or Frenchie are and i can guarantee that i never met them. Imagealright, here’s a little back story before i go into details. my friend Molly just turned 19. her and a couple friends were here sunday night for a birthday shindig. we were hanging out, drinking some beer, tequila, captain…whatever. it was chill. randomly we would go outside for cig breaks. i would ride my bike up and down the deserted street while others were puffing away. B and Shiner were strumming along on their guitars right behind me, which was super cool. anyways, during one of this cig breaks i guess Molly met Torrie and Frenchy and told them to come hang out. however, they were on their way doing something and said they would come back later…which they did but we were all “gone/sleeps”. i wish i had a picture of my apartment but i’ll try and describe it as best as possible. you walk in and there’s a giant tapestry of the world, turn the corner and there are wooden elephant heads from africa (where the note was placed) hanging on a tapestry…from africa. in our living room we have paintings i’ve done, pictures from africa, cat statues, lots of chairs, a couch we found on the side of the road, and currently, streamers hanging from our fan. the ground was covered in lemon and lime slices, spilled drinks, and empty beer cans (maybe it went from chill to not so chill kind of quickly, whatever). so this means these people had to come into our house, see all of this, find a piece of paper and a pen, then leave their numbers because they thought we were fun. if the condition of this apartment didn’t scare them off, i’m worried about what type of people they are.

this also brings up the idea that maybe we should make sure our door is locked before we go to bed so randoms like this can’t wander up into our apartment and have a look while we’re all sleeping.

we didn’t end up seeing the note until after the majority of the people had left but when we sent a picture of it to Molly she died of laughter. at least she made it to see 19 😉

 

 

“Ya’ll, I know this world is far from perfect. I am not the type to mistake a streetlight for the moon. I know our wounds are deep as the Atlantic. But every ocean has a shoreline and every shoreline has a tide that is constantly returning to wake the songbirds in our hands, to wake the music in our bones, to place one fearless kiss on the mouth of that brave river that has to run through the center of our hearts to find its way home.” –Andrea Gibson

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