happy birthday

at midnight, as august 16 slipped away forever and a young august 17 peeped out, lindsay the rabbit stood quietly, silently, in the midst of chaos, surrounded by the people he loved most of all. jas was there, and pumpkin, and neil and ollie. and there was tequila, flaming vipers, vodka and lime, rum and coke, whisky and soda. and there were gifts. and there were calls from new york, china and london. and there was jas, ill, but smiling. and neil, drunk, and smiling. and ollie, trying hard to avoid alcohol, and failing. and pumpkin, the sweetest, cutest of them all, holding lindsay the rabbit by his paws and smiling at him in a way that made him feel more special than anyone in the building. 28 years taken care of. let the 29th begin.