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Post by OSUSprinks on Aug 10, 2007 18:11:06 GMT -5
It is now 12:08 am in the UK, so I can safely say, Happy Birthday, Jaye!!! I hope you have a great day and don't do anything we'll have to mock you for later. lol
We thought we would help you celebrate, so enjoy the following, which were all done with you in mind!
much love,
The CR Board Members
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Post by morethanacrush on Aug 10, 2007 18:21:36 GMT -5
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Post by laundrybasket on Aug 10, 2007 19:54:46 GMT -5
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Post by childminerva on Aug 10, 2007 20:29:41 GMT -5
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Post by Sir Francis Drake's Heir on Aug 11, 2007 1:41:55 GMT -5
Um... I have no gift to bring parumpumpumpum, but happy birthday anyways!  |
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Post by furandfeathers on Aug 11, 2007 8:18:36 GMT -5
Happy Birthday Poppy! I had to go and do something original, so I've added to the series of vignettes I've been working on with a special one just for you I'll post it here, but the entire "Cafe Couple Saga" (as I'm very uncreatively calling it) can be found in chronological order here: www.geocities.com/prncesshllywd/cafe.html?1186595899482This particular one can stand alone, but if you want the whole backstory it's there. After that rather lengthy intro.... I’m glad that I decided to stop for dinner at the café instead of scrounging at home for a meal. My café couple is here tonight. I have taken to watching people regularly, though none are as fascinating as these two. Perhaps it is due to the fact that I have been privileged enough to watch their relationship progress. My friend shared with me what little information he knows about the pair. They were high school sweethearts who had a falling out, the details of which only they remember. She married someone else, he never could. I can see in his eyes that he never stopped loving her.
They sit in their customary back corner table outside. The waitress remembers them, and they chat with her for a few moments. They place their orders, hardly giving the menu a second glance. He reaches a hand across the table for hers, and she watches in amusement as he absently plays with her engagement ring. My mind wanders a little, and I begin picturing their wedding at they talk quietly.
It will be her second marriage, but his first. She may wear white for him, although I see her in more of an ivory. She is tall and thin and I conjure the perfect dress in my mind. It has rather thick straps that form a square neckline, and a tight, beaded bodice that gives way to a long, shimmering skirt that flares out a little at the bottom. The outfit is completed with a single strand of pearls and a small bouquet of deep red roses. In my daydream I can see him too, looking sharp in his traditional tuxedo. I can imagine how happy he is.
My focus returns to them and I find that my musing has brought me halfway through their meal. I see him stand, and he goes into the café. She watches anxiously until he is out of sight then she calls the waitress over. Pulling a small box from a bag at her feet that I hadn’t noticed before, she hands it to the girl who takes it, and hurries away. When he returns to the table it’s as though nothing happened.
I am curious about the box, and linger over coffee, hoping to find out what it is. I am not disappointed. After bringing them their coffee, the waitress returns to the table with a small cake on a plate, a single candle flickering on top, and a crowd of wait staff behind her. They sing a loud chorus of “Happy Birthday,” drawing the attention of most of the other customers. Some join in for the last line, myself included, and the waitress sets the cake in front of him. He smiles broadly and never taking his eyes off the woman seated across from him, blows out the candle.
Everyone applauds and disperses, going back to their own business. He smiles at his fiancée, obviously wondering how she managed to surprise him so completely. She refuses to disclose her secrets. He gives in, and cuts the cake, passing a piece to her. They eat their cake in relative silence, and he holds her hand the whole time. Afterward, they pay, and stand to go. He leans over to kiss her lightly, then turns to go in the same direction they always do. He is stopped by her fingers closing around his wrist, tugging him in the other direction. He gives her a questioning glance, and her only response is the mischievous grin that darts across her face. She has planned more for his birthday that he was unaware of.
He returns her smile and allows himself to be pulled along, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer as they walk. Her arm wraps securely around him and he places a gentle kiss to her cheek. As they disappear into the crowd I raise my coffee mug and wish him a silent happy birthday, though I know it will be, since they are together. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!*Rolanda |
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Post by Smaug on Aug 11, 2007 11:29:00 GMT -5
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Post by MMADfan on Aug 11, 2007 15:01:12 GMT -5
Here's my "Happy Birthday, Jaye" story! I hope it brightens your day. "Falling for Pomona" (clickable link) |
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Post by jayejaye on Aug 14, 2007 19:08:59 GMT -5
WOW...
Thank you all so much. I was going to go to bed now, but I can't wait until tomorrow to read them all.
My birthday didnt quite go as planned and no Mona, I did nothing you can mock me for...I didn't even go th the pub!!! I am having a belated celebration next week so until then I am considering myself still a year younger.
Thank you so much again...I'm off to read now.
Much love Jaye :-)
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milly
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Post by milly on Aug 15, 2007 11:54:44 GMT -5
lol Jaye SO! sorry this is late, I haven't been on the computer that much over the last week, Prolly for like 2minutes, sorry, btu heres my birthday gift for you.  and ... Albus Dumbledore. Minerva McGonagall. Both held high positions at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The best wizarding school in the world. He was the headmaster, and she the deputy headmistress. It wasn't allowed. It wouldn't be allowed. There'd be uproar. There’s rules on that sort of thing. The rules are there for a reason. 'But surely, just this once' she thought to herself. 'No, he'd never feel the same way, he'd never agree' 'Perhaps some things are meant to break the rules now and then' he thought to himself, 'No, she'd never feel the same way, and she'd never agree'. They were two trapped together, but so apart. Both seeking what was never allowed to be found. He, held her friendship, respect and trust. She, held his. Both unaware the other felt the same as they, for they’d been trying to hide their own feelings to much to notice. Trying to hide the feelings mostly from themselves. If it ever was revealed they’d both loose everything, and neither was willing to risk the others lives, jobs, happiness. For both thought the other would not return the feelings. Hope you enjoyed, ((Possibly mroe to this, but I dunno, it's whether I ever get aroun' to writin' more :S )) Much loves, and Hope you have a great night when you do celebrate your Birthday  Luv Milly xx |
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