Birthday dinner: more fun than a barrel of monkeys

Drama King turned 25 last week. Mind-boggling that I could be the mother of ANOTHER 25-year-old.

And yet, it's undeniably true.

Also undeniably true? That where there is a birthday in our family, there is a birthday dinner (all the others are buried in this category, if you need a little memory boost -- or a brain explosion).

So I present to you, with all my faculties about me, the craziness that was DK's party:

Drama King: So, Roo-girl, do you have a boyfriend?

The Roo-girl: *eyeroll*

Drama King: A girlfriend?

The Roo-girl: *glare*

Rocky: Hey, we don't judge here.

*pause*

Rocky: A hermaphrodite?

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Drama King: We need to get Drummer Man to play World of Warcraft with us.

Rocky: Ooooh, yeah, we totally do. We can rope him into our obsession.

Drummer Man: Uh, no. I LIKE my relationship.

Fabulous Girlfriend: *giggle*

Drummer Man: You know, there was a whole Dr. Phil show about this ...

Ok, I'll admit, you really had to be there to think this is funny. DK and Rocky were laughing riotously, and Drummer was just so EARNEST.

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Drama King: So, Fabulous Girlfriend, when are you going to make an honest man out of my brother?

Wonderhubby: Yeah, so he can stop all that stealing ...

Evil Mother: *smacking Wonderhubby HARD on the arm*

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Waitress: *with dessert tray* So we have a banana spring roll, and this is our flourless chocolate dome.

The Roo-girl: Ooooh. How do you do that? I didn't think that chocolate ...

Evil Mother: It's a flourless cake, Roo. A chocolate cake made in a dome, without flour.

The Roo-girl: *blushes a furious shade of red* Oh, I thought ...

Evil Mother: Oh. My. GAWD. You thought we were talking about FLOWERS.

*turning to waitress*

Evil Mother: Have you met my daughter? She's the BLONDE over there.

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Really, there was so much more:

A precious, precious moment when the words "poke the piggy" were followed by "Who has the conch?" -- a reference to "Lord of the Flies" from the most unlikely source of all, J-bear, whose learning issues and reading problems are legendary.

Some kind of conversation that ended with me clapping my hand over my mouth as I uttered the words "When? At your wedding?" to Drummer Man and Fabulous Girlfriend.

A discussion of vagina dentata, a subject that Drama King is apparently obsessed with. Leading to the interesting inquiry by Rocky -- showing bad breeding that he OBVIOUSLY learned at Enemy University -- as to whether I personally was afflicted with such. ("I guess only Wonderhubby would care, huh," Rocky ultimately conceded.)

And there were photos, too, which I will add to this post later.

When I recover from the idea of vagina dentata.