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St. Pat's & Zee's 30th party!!!

Ok, everyone. It's St. Patty's Day. I'm turning 30. And life just ain't so bad.

We've got the amazing Bluegrass band, Rose's Pawn Shop, playing three sets in the backyard. There's delicious Savannah-style Low Country Boil, a firepit, an outdoor bar, a hammock, Rock Band in the garage, a pole dancing pole upstairs, plenty of space indoors and out, and the grill will be hot if you wanna bring something to grill. And Irish Car Bombs. Lots of Irish Car Bombs.

Bring anyone you like. Wear green if you fancy... and I KNOW you're fancy. You're MY friends, after all. If you feel like donating a few bucks to help pitch in on the band, consider that my present. But more importantly, your presence is my present. I want a big turnout here, so if you're going to go to one party in your life, make it this one.

March 14th, 2009, 5pm - 2am
Low Country Boil part 1 will be ready to eat at 6pm. Part 2 at 10pm.
The band will start playing at 7pm, again maybe at 9pm, and again maybe at 11pm.

If we're friends and you wanna go, message me your email address and I'll send you the invite via Pingg.com

I hope to see you here!

I'll leave you with a little poem:

Come one, come all.
My friends. My enemies.
Short or tall.
Jelly fish or anemones.
Big feet or small.
Be you real or pretend to me.
We'll OMG, we'll LOL.
Celebrate and drink with Zee!

You're cordially invited,
Gentlemen and ladies.
Be you near- or far-sighted,
Or stricken with rabies.
Excuses will be fighted.
No ifs, buts or maybes.
The fire pit will be lighted,
Where you can sit with your honey-babies.

This old girl's turning thirty,
The day after St. Pat's.
So tell her she's lookin purdy,
And don't mention the winter fats.
Put on your beaded jewelry.
Don your green hats.
Bring your finest thirsty.
And we'll drink like river rats.

For the sexy young lass,
Upstairs on the pole you should hop.
Or some Rock Band real fast.
You can let the beat... droooop.
Did I mention the live Bluegrass?
That's, right. Rose's Pawn Shop!
They're gonna kick your ear's ass.
And you won't want it to stop.

Have some Low Country Boil,
Like it's the bitch and you're the domme.
Don't let the Guinness spoil.
Let's have another Irish Car Bomb.
Forget the weekday toil.
It's where you're at not where you're from.
Eat and drink like a royal.
Don't be uptight, bring your mom.

Bring everyone you know.
Your husband, wife or friend.
Be they hot or "dude, whoa."
Perhaps a relationship you want to mend.
Whisper the invite into their fro.
Pass on this poem I just penned.
And let's have fun girl and bro.
Let's prove that turning thirty is the beginning, not the end.