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Fortunately, we'd taken a trip to Vegas about a month before, and that seemed to soften the blow because Trey decided to kick off a month's worth of festivities starting right there at the Spearmint Rhino. So by the time Oct. 19 rolled around, we had about 30 days of partying behind us, and he had spent the time getting used to the idea of entering his fourth decade of life. He didn't kill himself.

Instead, he flew 12 of his friends down to his house on Kauai. We had cake and presents and took it pretty easy. The rains came, and we sat on the lanai and listened, enjoying each other's company. It felt very "grown up" in a way, I guess since we were kept in close proximity by the weather, and so the need for cooperation was heightened. Not everyone knew each other, and with 12 different personalities you often need to work at harmony.

There was also a certain amount of coordination and fiscal planning necessary to ensure Trey didn't have to do anything or pay for anything (else). And this was confirmed mostly with serious nods like the ones I remember seeing when I was a kid between my dad and the other dads as they took care of the various tabs at restaurants and liquor stores while we were on vacation on Long Beach Island. A loving inter-adult professionalism that made for smooth and happy times.

So that was Hawaii. Nothing outrageous to report, except Trey farting on Jason's head as he slept on the outside futon. And our friend Butters ...

I have to give you some back-story so you get the full experience.

Eric is our friend from high school whom Trey worked with a bit in college and then hired to help on the pilot of "South Park." So, it's 1996: Matt picks him up at the airport, and Eric is wearing a suit and tie. Well, of course Trey and Matt tease him about this because suits and ties were and are and will always be ridiculous to them. But Eric is very young and goody-two-shoes and wants to do a super job. Doesn't drink, tight with money, gets out of the shower to pee. That kind of guy.

Well, fast-forward to October 1999: Eric is running extremely late for his flight out of Denver to LAX to Hawaii, so he pulls up to the curb in his rental car, jumps out with the car running, grabs his bag, slams the door and takes off for his flight. Just leaves the car.

Our little Butters is growing up.

Most recent news covers Amy Cohen's Annual Halloween Bash, presented for the second year by Trey and Matt. I don't think I can do it justice until I have caught up with everyone and gotten all the gossip. Until then, I'll give you the short list: mass hysteria; broken bones; an AWOL valet; overindulgence; Moroccan room with tents, mattresses and pillows; open bar; spooky spider; me lost for a couple of hours with a hot, pierced and tattooed girl named Jamie; and my angelic friend Celeste, visiting from New York, thrown into the thick of things.

Be good,

David.
salon.com | Nov. 5, 1999

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