we both got fired on exactly the same day

[January 26th is a day Griffin always thinks of as his 'birthday', though he's been around longer than that, by far. In fact, it doesn't take much for him to remember being very young and staring in wonder at French ships coming into the Lakes for the first time. Yet, that extremely frigid day in January has always stuck out, moreso that any memory prior. Even his territory date never compared to the day where he was the official 26th state. That's how he always remembered: "26th on the 26th".

Yet, it wasn't exactly such a festive day, for two very important reasons.

1. It was Arctic cold that day. In fact, the day his Constitution was signed as known as the 'Frostbitten Convention'.

2. He had just been pretty much humiliated by Ohio in all forms, including legally.

( if you seek a pleasant peninsula, look around you )

[Acting like Chief of Police mixed with everything that would make someone say, "No shit, Sherlock!", Griffin stalks around, a pair of pliers in one hand and a notepad in the other, a pen hiding somewhere in his hair. Hanging over one shoulder is a messenger back, with who-knows-what inside.

While the murders only effected the one neighbor he might have exchanged ten words with in his lifetime, and another pseudo-Midwesterner, it's been enough to make Griffin feel a little on edge. Or, at least enough to want to do a little investigating of his own. Currently, he's kneeling on a huge oriental rug, ass high in the air and chest to the ground as he investigates a few threads on the rug.]

Huh. Blood...? Or, ketchup.

[Wouldn't you know it? He sticks his finger in it and tastes it, frowning.]

Damnit, i's ketchup.

[Michiganders take their vacations very seriously. The second summer comes around, the lakes become like the Great Magnets and everyone miraculously gets a sunburn by the end of July. It's just how things seem to work in the natural order.

However, there are no Great Lakes/Magnets for Griffin at the moment, so he's just had to hover to the lake, as though that will somehow solve all problems. Of course, it's water, so one problem got solved. However, it just didn't feel quite like vacation yet. That is, until there was beer! Yes, when in doubt, bring out mass quantities of beer! And so after finding a rogue picnic table, he's covered it in beer bottles and any random assortment of food (which, being a bit absent-minded, led the variety to be from whitefish to cereal).

He's only slightly tipsy yet, dangling off the edge of the dock like he's going to kiss the water or something, which may not be far from the truth. It's just his 'vacation while not on vacation' sort of day. Join him if you'd like!]

[Oh yes it's Griffin's birthday! He's already got a full cupcake tray that's half gone and a full pail of Mackinac Island Fudge ice cream (the gift of the gods!), all finished up by a two liter bottle of Vernor's that he's been getting at all day. He got a few presents from his kids, being a brand new University of Michigan hoodie from Mackinac Island ("Ugh, dad, you needed a new one so bad!") and a new White Stripes CD from Detroit. Nevermind the Arctic temperatures back at home, because he's having an awesome day.

So go ahead and chat with him, or celebrate, or what ever it is you do with Michiganders. :D]



[ooc: It's also Bucharest's birthday today. Whodathunkit? But I'm messing with him over at my musebox with that to save your flists from DJ-mun contamination. xD]

Oh my... There is no way... Oh my god!

[If you walk anywhere near Griffin's room, you're going to hear one very loud, excited, and all around psychotic-sounding statement.]

THE LIONS WON!

[You better believe he's happy. The Lions gently beat DESTROYED the Redskins in an amazing NINETEEN POINTS to fourteen. It's been 21 months since the last time they won a game!]

Oh man, maybe Tony isn't such a bad kid after all! And maybe this is only the beginning! Maybe they'll get to the Super Bowl!

[He's got hiiiiigh hopes, dumdumdum!]