“We’re gonna party like it’s your birfday…”
This is my friend Stonebraker.
rother’s friend. But years ago, I weaseled myself into his circle of friends. So now, I’m lucky enough to call Stone my friend, too. He is, if I do say so myself, one of my cooler friends. He lives in Seattle. He’s a doctor. And he has Pearl Jam tickets for July. Enough said.Back in the day (before the aforementioned move to Seattle and during the aforementioned dental school), we were quite the “concert” buddies. As in: one of us always had an extra ticket to something…and Jeff already had two tix and he was going with his girlfriend….so really…we were each other’s “plus one” when it came to concerts. He also named my puppy the day I got him. He named him Russell.
About 30 seconds after that, I changed the puppy’s name.
I miss hanging out with him…and today is his birthday. So, I thought I’d mention it here (a) since it has been so long since my last post; and (b) to guilt him into hanging out in the O.C. next time he jetsets to Cali.
Happy “21st” birthday, St0nebraker…
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