Yippee, my birthday is coming up, yippee. I've had mixed feelings about the old b-day, some back stuff happened on it a couple of years ago. Since then I've worked hard to obliterate all memories on that day by:
1. getting horribly drunk, thereby hopefully one day destroying the braincells containing the offending memories,
2. surrounding myself with a whole bunch of friends (who in turn buy me tons of drinks, see point 1)
3. in general having a big ole pile of monkey fun.
This year I'm gonna wake up at noon, shotgun a beer to wake up, chase it down with cheerios and cognac and then start drinking. I'm going to cook all the foods I like and then stagger over to the bar to meet the ole friends where I will continue to drink and make merry. Then it's off to a club to continue the drinking and maybe some dancing to go with it (I have to be horribly drunk to even think of dancing, picture a 6'2" skinny white boy and you can guess why.) At some point I will probably pass out or just reach the point where I can intake any further liquids and be placed into a cab who will get completely lost on the way home and will probably leave me happily sleeping in a ditch somewhere. And the night won't be complete until I snag something to remember the it. Last year it was a barstool. This year I want something big.
If all this sounds horribly immature for someone far removed from his uni years, rest assured, I don't care about your opinion and will do whatever I fucking like.
1. getting horribly drunk, thereby hopefully one day destroying the braincells containing the offending memories,
2. surrounding myself with a whole bunch of friends (who in turn buy me tons of drinks, see point 1)
3. in general having a big ole pile of monkey fun.
This year I'm gonna wake up at noon, shotgun a beer to wake up, chase it down with cheerios and cognac and then start drinking. I'm going to cook all the foods I like and then stagger over to the bar to meet the ole friends where I will continue to drink and make merry. Then it's off to a club to continue the drinking and maybe some dancing to go with it (I have to be horribly drunk to even think of dancing, picture a 6'2" skinny white boy and you can guess why.) At some point I will probably pass out or just reach the point where I can intake any further liquids and be placed into a cab who will get completely lost on the way home and will probably leave me happily sleeping in a ditch somewhere. And the night won't be complete until I snag something to remember the it. Last year it was a barstool. This year I want something big.
If all this sounds horribly immature for someone far removed from his uni years, rest assured, I don't care about your opinion and will do whatever I fucking like.