All my best Chico buds were present as well as my home girl from Fresno. I was showered with cool gifts - sugar scrubs and body butter, magical rings that deflect rotten co-workers, some Old Rasputin Russian Imperial Stout and a gift card to buy art supplies.
I've never seen the boyfriend drink more than a couple beers, but the night of my Birthday BBQ he decided to really tie one on. At one point our toilet flusher broke and I dragged him to bathroom to see if he could fix it. He actually said to me, and I quote: "I'm too inebriated right now to fix this toilet, but I need you to get me another beer."
After everyone left, I was cleaning up a bit and the boyfriend kept pawing at me and acting really obnoxious. I was forced to treat him like a two-year old child. "You get to bed right now, Mister, or I'm calling the police!" I threatened. He mocked me by dropping his pants, hiking up his boxer briefs practically to his nipples and dancing around like homosexual retarded child in an ice cream store. I finally got him to bed by threatening to take pictures of him and posting them here in my lj.