Oh Hay There, Thirty-Three

Last night was a fairly great time even though we didn't dance and I've got pretty incredible friends and below is my favorite photo from the evening.

It depicts my smoking hot hetero pals Kel and Trev gettin' cozy on one side

and yours truly fondling a giant yellow pineapple balloon that one of the bartenders at Lone Star gave me as a birthday present on the other.

I'd like to make it known that a guy at Hole in the Wall gave me $10 for the giant yellow pineapple balloon which I used to buy a burrito at 3:00am.

Our Favorite

A few days ago I posted the words that my mom asked me to share on her behalf to wrap up the eulogy portion of her funeral and today I'd like to post the rest of the short tribute that my siblings and I came up with, if only to have the whole thing in one place for safe-keeping. I think it's worth noting that the speaking was done first by Bryan and then by Kelly.

Anyone who has ever shared a meal at the Lambert house knows that our mom loved candlelit dinners. Growing up, whether we were having a nice meal with our immediate family or pizza with friends, she'd put on some music, usually a Broadway soundtrack—Chicago or Fiddler on the Roof or sometimes Kenny G—dim the lights and light a candle and that's how we'd have our meal. Oftentimes, especially in the last years of her life, the lighting of the candle would be accompanied by a toast, so that's how we'd like to honor our mom today.

At this point Bryan stepped back from the microphone and lit a well-used candle taken from the dining room table at my parents' condo while Chad handed each of us a glass of champagne. Then, with all of our glasses raised, Kelly stepped up to the mic and delivered the following words.


Thank you for all of the mornings that began with a song and a back scratch, for all of the notes in our lunch boxes and for teaching us that most things in life can be solved with a nap, a to-do list or a Sudafed. Thank you for being the sweet voice on the other end of the phone and the warm body on the other end of the hug that made everything okay again.

In the words of F. Scott Fitzgerald, "You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known—and even that is an understatement."

Cheers Mom.

You're our favorite.