Its my party and I'll douche if I have to... 

Let's be honest...when Brent walks into a room, the party doesn't just start, it *arrives*. Whether he's the first one on the dance floor (or orgy) or the last one standing at 7 AM, this gal knows how to turn a regular Tuesday into an event worth remembering.

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He's got more energy than your phone after a full charge, and unlike your phone, he doesn't die at 2%. From dancing the night away at Wrecked and HMD to leading the group through questionable decisions in Berlin, ATL and Sitges that somehow always turn into the best stories, Brent's the friend who makes "just one drink" turn into "wait, the sun is coming up?".
 

But Here's the Tea: Behind all that sparkle and sass, Brent's the friend you call when life gets real. The one who shows up when you're down, the one who remembers what you told him three weeks ago (sometimes!), and the one who'll tell you the truth even when you don't want to hear it (always!). He's equal parts chaos and comfort, like a glitter bomb wrapped in a weighted blanket.
 

So why do we love him? Because life's too short for boring friends, and Brent makes sure we never have to settle for that. He's proof that you can be the life of the party AND the shoulder to cry on. He's the friend who makes you laugh until your face hurts, then makes sure you get home safe (even if he is still out there...). He's the one who turns 40 and says "Let's go to Croatia" because basic birthday dinners are for basic people.

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Happy 40th, Brent! Here's to the man who taught us that you can have champagne taste, beer budget energy, and still be the richest person in the room when it comes to friendship. We're not saying you're getting old, we're saying you've had 40 years to perfect the art of being fabulous, and honestly? Mission accomplished. ✨
 

Now let's go make some questionable decisions in the Adriatic. 🇭🇷🎉