Photo: The way to my heart--cupcake speakers for my Ipod!
My birthday wish list:
A baby panda. NO, not to EAT. Not this time.
Artwork c/o Souther Salazar.
To be a member of this family, for just one hour.
My own robot (besides the Esq); the kind that has feelings and will hug you, like Johnny Number 5.
Bacon. (Anthony got me bacon-related birthday gifts, like a wallet and St. Anthony, Patron Saint of Bacon--thank you so much, I ate them last night.)
Private birthday performances by these bands (A is the opener, B is the headliner):
A: Helio Sequence
B: Goldfrapp (minus the last album)
A: Scissor Sisters
B: Madonna (just these albums: Like a Prayer, Erotica, Music, Confessions, Best Of)
A: Cocteau Twins
B: The Smiths
A: Hot Chip
B: Daft Punk
A: Neko Case
B: Johnny Cash
A: The Specials
B: The Clash
A: The Bags
B: Throwing Muses
B: Mark Ronson
A: Tina Turner
B: Stevie Wonder
A: Alan Thicke (a la Growing Pains)
B: Robin Thicke (c/o Alan Thicke)
That's a Thicke double-threat! But I'm just kidding. I would never see Alan Thicke in concert. I'd take any of those combinations, or all at once, or just one; either way, I'd be happy.
More birthday wishes:
A mythical petting zoo.
A Rewind button for when I say or do retarded things; maybe two buttons, since they'll get a lot of action.