Happy Birthday to Me!

Well, I am now officially 29 years old. As my birthday was a mere two days ago, I'm going to take the lazy route and refer you to my blog entry for it, in case you're curious as to how I spent the first day of my 29th year.

Other than that, I just have one comment to share on having a birthday in September: When I was a kid - especially in elementary school - I had few friends who stayed my close friends from year to year. Each year, my best friends came from those who were in my class at school. Of course, by late September, while school has been in session for four or five weeks, it's not really enough time to have developed good, solid friendships. In third grade (and I wrote a lengthy post on this here), there was a girl in my class who was a bully - she made my life a living hell - and yet if you hunt up the photos from my birthday party that year, there she is. She didn't start the bullying until early October. It still bugs me, twenty years later, that she was at my house, partaking of my hopsitality, weeks before turning into my worst nightmare. See, if my birthday had been just a little later on in the school year, she never would've been invited.

Birthday Fun

Well, sorry that I have been a huge slacker lately, but I didn't want to tell my "druids" story for the 8 millionth time in blog format. I have kind of a mix between a Canadian accent and a southern accent. It's mainly a nowhere accent, though. Though goddamnit, if I hear anybody laugh when I say "sorry" again, I might snap. It's been fourteen years of that shit already.

Since I am posting this on Jane's birthday, I thought I would have the topic this week be memorable birthday stories. I know it's kind of lame, but the past few topics I've picked that I've thought were great were apparently duds, so whatev.

Anyway, I've only had a few really fun birthdays in my adult life. Since I've spent so much of my time in school or around people who are in school, my early May birthday is kind of a wrench. Everybody usually takes off at exactly the time my birthday rolls around. But there have been a couple of fun ones. Like once in Tallahassee I went to a Chinese buffet with a bunch of friends of mine and ate more than I've ever eaten before or since. Basically I was worried about a sign they had that said customers would be charged extra if they didn't finish everything, so after I got full a couple of bites into my 3rd or 4th plate I forced the rest down. I remember just getting really dizzy and wanting to puke it all back up. But that didn't seem very grateful to my friends who paid for the dinner. So I stuck with it and immediately gained 95 pounds.

Two birthdays ago was also pretty good. My girlfriend at the time threw together a bar party for me, which was fun except somebody brought a pinata full of candy. You guys might not know this about me, but I loves me some candy. So I think I ate half the pinata full of candy in addition to five or six beers. That was a bad combination and I later had to clean my girlfriend's car. I think I had to clean her car anyway. If she reads this she can corroborate the fact that I definitely cleaned her car.

Also, when I was 13 some friends and I went and saw The Sand Lot.

Those are lame stories. I guess the lesson is I am the worst BSG member.