Louis Is Turning 30 and Handling It Really Well

This month I am turning Blanche DuBois years old, and to celebrate, I am having a party. The lighting will be dim and the drinks strong. I will maintain my composure until I hear the Varsouviana polka, at which point I will reveal the story of the night I found out my ex was gay. It was actually a huge relief. In all seriousness, I am excited about leaving my twenties behind. And because the best part about them has been spending time with all of you, I hope that we can hang out and imbibe and maybe speak in affected Southern accents while we mourn the loss of Belle Reve. Love you all more than I abhor a rude remark or a vulgar action.