not an island...

Sep. 5 2007

My thirtieth birthday just happened. I wanted to go somewhere to celebrate, and so my awesome siblings in Nova Scotia, along with mom and Karl met me in Halifax where we scooted to some coastal village near Yartmouth.

Phase one [dancing fractured prune. with band-aid]

• alex appears AS the fractured, dancing prune
  
• "now that you're thirty, you're so uptight"
• king prune crown passed to scott

"in Nova Scotia the waters are blue
everyday we sleep until tow
the prune king can dance
till we peed in our pants
and unhappy people are few"

Phase two. and three [the after-hours party]

• leta picked up a handful of Canadian-flag temporary tatoos on 'Canada day' during her ride across the country. Clearly, birthdays are the perfect setting for temporary tattoos [but what day isn't a good day for that?]
• we spend a lot of time on placement and position. it was worth it.
• alex, embodying the phrase 'i'm representing Canada, bitches. here's my nuts'
• i'm 30. what am i doing with a neck tattoo?

Phase Three ["third nipples? We got to of 'em!!"]

• alex reveals a third nipple, which is really an ingrown hair.
• its noticeable.
• scott, trying to connect to and relieve horrified siblings asks "do you want me to blow your mind?"
• scott's third nipple [a mole] comes out.
• "can you see out of that thing?!"
• leta doubles over in laughter. alex hides behind leta.
• after all the tattoos and extra nipples, the evening starts to wind down. ....
  
• "tonight is GREAT! how can it get better?"
• "how do you guys feel about stealing some motorcycles ?"

"we thought we are so hip
our scott turned old on this trip
thank good we all sport tats
and look quite stellar in hats.
turns our we all have an extra nip."