I am getting increasingly bad at celebrating other people’s holidays. Next month is both my mother and father’s birthdays, Mother’s Day, followed quickly by Father’s Day… not to mention my friend K’s birthday whom I’ve missed for years, and M’s that I missed a few weeks ago.

My plan for each of them, though not fully fleshed-out and realized yet, is the result of countless hours of deep and thoughtful consideration for what these people mean to me.

Oh wait, that’s right, I have no plans. I’m such a bastard.

I am going to Vegas this weekend, though, so that should fix everything.