Ryan is the kind of guy who will say “I don’t know.” when you ask him what he wants for his birthday. Or he’ll say “Just spend time with me.” or something equally sweet and not good enough for my consumerist spirit. So this year after sweating over what to get the guy who lies and says he wants nothing, I got him…a mural.
It’s been up for eight days now and he has yet to see it in real life, but like ten thousand million other people have seen it. Which I think is hilarious.
A friend of my friends painted it. I think he did a wonderful job.
EE! I’ve always wanted someone to shout me out on a wall somewhere. This is close enough. I’M SO FAMOUS NOW.
You may have noticed the speech balloon that says “Clover Feild”. Yeah well, it’s this retarded inside joke that’s gone way too far with Ryan and I. One time, we were watching the Academy Awards like a day or two after having been terribly disappointed with the movie Cloverfield, and I said all sarcastically that I was surprised that Cloverfield didn’t win Best Picture or something like that.
Well, the next thing you know, it’s become the running joke of our lives. We’ll surprise each other by writing the word “Cloverfield” on things, or we’ll say it in a creepy voice to each other over the phone or jump out of the shadows to scare each other shouting “Cloverfield” or whatever.
And the funny thing about the word “field” is how everybody naturally spells it wrong. Have you noticed? So yeah, when I was telling my painter friend what I wanted in the mural I asked him if he could make it “say Cloverfield” somewhere on it.
And he made it SAY Cloverfield. In a speech balloon. Like it’s literally saying it! With the funny spelling! HAHA!
We’re going down there to check it out tonight. And take more pictures. And then go out for dinner at a vegan restaurant that rules beyond your wildest dreams. You don’t even know.
My birthday is coming up soon. I asked for cheesecake.