Today is LPS's 30th birthday and I'm going to meet her in Vancouver in a week. We've been friends for 11 years and when I first met her I'm pretty sure she was wearing an all-beige outfit with Teva sandals and wool socks. (Just like Steve Irwin) In the time we've known each other LPS has blossomed into a truly irrepressible spirit. It's as if Dame Jane Goodall had a drunken love child with a smoking hot Bonobo chimp. In recent years, the beer beast has been reserved for wedding receptions and we've grown into sober friends as well. Happy 30th LPS! You aren't nearly as f'ed up as I thought you'd be.