You would not BELIEVE how fun a burner* birthday party is.
I went to a party this past weekend in Livermore. Two longtime burners, twins so-to-speak, were sharing a birthday party.
As I lounged in the backyard amid big fluffy kitties and a nice little fire pit, I got to watch some spinners practice their art.
Watermelon poi. Squirrel poi. It was a BLAST!
The party was thumping. People were dancing. I was sure one of the neighbors would call the cops.
But it appears the neighbors were chill with the action because no cops showed up. I can’t tell you how impressive that is considering that there was live fire dancing in the street. Woot!
The twins sat down to open presents and since it was an F-word themed party (everything needed to start with the letter f – feather, fur, flowers, etc) our gifts to the birthday girls were things like frou frou, fascinators, and frames. My favorite present had to be a framed picture of FUCKING FLAMINGOS. As in flamingos in the act of fucking. It was AWESOME!
Of course, I brought FLOWERS for the birthday girls and I wore faux fur, feathers, and flip flops.
All in all, it was SO MUCH FUCKING FUN!
But the BEST present of the night?
*And by burner I mean Burning Man burner not 420 burner. Some people get confused.