Happy Birthday Mergatroid!

Today is my sister Morgan's birthday. I won't tell you how old she is today because it's a big one and I wouldn't want to embarass her, you know, a lady never tells her age. (But her younger sister does...she's 35). This is a picture of Morgan holding one of the props she had to get for a film shoot. Morgan has big dimples that run in her family and are challenged in their deepness only by one younger cousin we have named Katherine. Morgan makes really good little dinner parties at her house when I come to visit. The first time Morgan and I met I was 10 and she was this cool art student and she walked into my room and I was holding my cat Jasper and had him all dressed up in my dolls clothes. She says she knew right then we'd get along.

If I were in rainy New York right now instead of rainy Chicago, this is what I would do to help my sissy celebrate her day...
First I would go to her house and we would make omelettes. They would be really good and involve spicy things like peppers and salsa. Then we would listen to music and knit for a while. Then we would go out to lunch, and since it's her birthday and she gets to choose, I guess we would go to some falaffel house or something involving lots of foreign grains and healthiness. Then we would go to MOMA. Then we would go to Chinatown and buy cheap little purses and funny belts and big earrings. Then we would go back to her place to rest and then we would open the first of many bottles of wine and start getting dressed for our big night out. At some point I would do a special "Brooke Dance" for her which is something only my family can find the humor in. Then we would get really dressed up with lots of eyeliner (cause in my family for the women, eyeliner = dressed up) and ENORMOUS earrings and she would have some really cool crazy bright green patent leather high heels on with a black party dress and I would have some sensible black pants and black flips cause you know...I don't got hot stix...but then some really sparkley fabulous tank top and we would go to dinner first at a tapas restaurant, which we realize later was a bad idea what with all the salsa omelettes and falaffel rolls of the day, but hell, you only turn 35 once right? Plus, she's my sister, we totally have OGR. Then we would meet up with her BF and her funny friends at Beauty Bar which is this place where she goes that I really want her to take me in NY where you can drink cocktails AND get manicures at the same time. We would have hilarious drinks with lots of froof in them and we would laugh hysterically the whole night. And then, since it's my fantasy, we would be crowned co-prom queens and get beautiful tiaras to wear for the rest of the night. Her's would be bigger cause it's her birthday, but she'd let me try it on. Then we would go back to her place and put on REALLY GOOD pajamas and jump in her bed to gossip about everything that had happened that night, and Morgan would put that thing on my pillow to scare me (you know what) and then we'd have a laugh and fall asleep still in our tiaras. (In the middle of the night she would wake up once to tell me to stop snoring, and I would wake up once to switch tiaras so I could sleep in the big one.)

Happy Birthday Big Sister! I love you lots!