Happy birthday, my dear.

My vato celebrated his 36th birthday today. So we went out for sushi, of course! We ate an obscene amount of albacore tuna. Mmmmmmm. We will take every opportunity to eat some good sushi.

They made him stand on a stool so the entire restaurant could sing him happy birthday. He is a good sport. If they had asked me to get up on a stool in front of everyone, I would have been like, hell to the no. Then they gave him a big bottle of Asahi so I could have my way with him later on. And I did, thank you very much.

Happy birthday, my love. May we spend many more together.