There are simply a ridiculous amount of birthdays in August. I could go on about how my wife, the younger monkey, my pop-in-law, half of the employees at work, and a whole slew of bloggers I can now call friends, just to give it a scratch, are all divine summer children. Good wishes to you all. And, yes, there's one more in there to that I keep failing to mention.
But since Aaron let the lion out of the bag, to avoid any confusion it is my birthday in approximately two days, on the 15th. I'll be 29. So there you go.
Just to celebrate early, since a) I don't plan that far ahead in my life and b) I have no idea what wild beasts I may encounter before that time, he and Mikey took me out this evening for dinner at one of my uber-fave eateries, Casa Tina. Thinking that this was not one of those silly chain establishments, but rather somewhere I like to eat and not feel sick afterwards, I did not have any suspicion that the rousing chorus of Happy Birthday by the overly gregarious staff and all of the patrons in the house accompanied by fried ice-cream and a candle would have come my way had it not been for the doings of those meddling kids. (They don't have a dog yet but let's assume any future pets would follow their example, shall we?)
And let's not forget the aluminum foil viking helmet that I've been chastised into wearing. Jealous? Everyone will be wearing them soon, I know.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
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HEH! And add Karen mentioning that you should be doing a birthday post. ;-)
I'm a near-Auggie baby myself. Mine was about 2.5 weeks ago on 7/26 although, much to my dismay and refusal in wanting to believe it, several years before yours.
And Mexican food seems to be a bit popular recently. Myself and a couple of others have had it on their minds since yesterday. I'm planning on hitting my fave Mexican joint tomorrow nite.
You forgot the part where you wound up drunk, DRUNK, drunk, drunk drunk drunk
drunk drunk and someone how rigged it so that I wound up with the hangover.
I was thinking you looked just a BIT toasted in that pic....
Great. Now I've been framed as a lush viking. I mean I don't wear the hat all the time.
Aaron, darling, you forget that I am in fact, actually, evil. I seem to recall something about offerings of tequila, sake and Jagermeister that I sipped once but cleverly passed back to you to finish.
Tequila? Sake? Jagermiester? In one night?
Such debauchery!
Good Lord but you're a child. It does indeed get better. My thirties were a great decade for me.
Since it's such short notice, and assuming your PO box accepts packages, your birthday gift may be a bit delayed.
Two words: Eek eek.
Mikey: I thought I told you, never trust a monkey!
I think you're adorable. I'd be seen in public with someone wearing an aluminum foil hat :)
And happy birthday!
Wowsers....and here I thought I had finished with almost all the birthdays for this and last month!
Happy Birthday mon ami. As for the viking hat? Well if you have a bowler made out of tinfoil, I'll sport that one :)
Hope it's a great birthday for ya!
Hahaha!! Happy Birthday!! That picture of you is PRICELESS and I love it so. Here's to your 29th year and more years to come to a talented and special young man!
Why, why would you wear that hat (?) when you knew there was a camara close by?
Have a great day! 8/15/06
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