An ode to the birthday of Eli.

A fantastic birthday nightcap, if you ask me, is to leave Estelles (which grows increasingly lame with every visit), and partake in some fine rooftop dining with several bottles of champagne, corned beef hash and eggs from Diner Grill, a string of lantern lights and Gyna's fully stocked and docked Ipod.

Nothing but the classiest.

Sometimes I wish I had an Ipod, for events such as this. But I guess, well, they're not my thing. I don't need another addiction I can't afford.

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