Happy Birthday, Eric Piatkowski. If you haven't called him to wish him that yet, now would be a good time. Don't worry, with Eric, any time is a good time.

A few of us went to Ra on Mill Avenue last night to celebrate. I was a little late because I wanted to get Eric a card. I guess I got a little carried away.

I don't like most birthday cards because they already have something written them. I'm generally not a fan of store-bought sentiment. I try to find cards with interesting pictures that are completely blank on the inside. That way I can write something myself.

For Eric's card, I found one that had a photograph of a big sunflower on it.

(Sometimes the selection of blank cards is rather scarce.)

Inside I wrote:

I heard from somebody
That you like sunflowers
So I got you this card
Through my economic powers

Now, I know for a fact
That you also enjoy
Manly things, like pornography
And strong drink with the boys

But it would be rather tactless
To bring up all of your porn
Around your wonderful girlfriend
Whose arm you adorn

And since you're in a bar
I'll wager a bet
That a good 7 and 7
Won't be too hard to get

So just tell me you like sunflowers
Convince me, and I'll buy
C'mon, you're an actor
You're fucking trained to lie!

Happy Birthday, Eric.