Here at GFY HQ, Heather, Intern George, and I would like to wish our patron saint Courtney Peldon a very happy birthday. (There is conflicting evidence about which birthday it is. We think she’s actually 26. She MAY be claiming to still be 25, but we don’t want to tar her with the old lying about her age brush. Girl, we’ve all thought about lying about our age. But have you considered the fact that this is going to involve a lot of math, going forward? Think about that.)
No matter what your age, Courtney, we miss your shenanigans.
We miss those days when you used to attend almost anything, wearing something that involved a hot glue gun and sequins. Remember when you were a perfume magnate? Or the time you got stabbed? Or the saga of your engagement to Crispin Glover? God, that was so much fun. But you don’t seem to go out as much anymore. It makes us sad. Are you depressed, Courtney? Too heartbroken still to leave the house much? Just real sleepy? Whatever it is, our birthday gift to you is just this: the heartfelt wish that you get up, put on some hot pants and get back out there. You’re 25(ish)! Go out there and shake it! Shake it in the faces of those of us who are aesthetically opposed to hot pants! Get out there and show us up!