Apparently, his birthday is not his favorite day of the year. I'd ignore it completely except I don't operate that way. Apparently, I'm known to be stubborn. (Feel free to deny my stubbornness wholeheartedly in the comments.)
When you're a kid, your birthday is all about you. But as an adult your birthday becomes about letting other people show how much they care.
And I care about him a lot. So, happy fucking birthday, Patrick. We'll drink to your health when I see you next.
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