Thanks for the Perfect Birthday
This past weekend was my birthday and I have to say that it was pretty damn great. I had the kind of birthday that I love. There were tons of friends and family who either called or dropped me a line on Facebook. With the exception of my Dad, who called me at 5:00 in the morning because he is in Florida right now and didnt take the 3 hour time difference into account. Im unemployed, I really dont need to be conscious at 5am. But bad timing not withstanding, it was great that he called.
I only got two presents and both were awesome. My mom bought me a Plasma screen TV, which was great because my old tv was on its last leg. And my buddy Jesse bought me a book called "The Bro Code" because Jesse is desperately trying to defend his need to still high five and fist bump. At least we finally broke him of the habit of chest bumping.
"We are not Milli Vanilli. There is no need to bump chests after 1989"
I was supposed to wrestle the day after my birthday, but due to circumstances out of anyones control, those plans got scrapped. Fortunately I had a great back up plan, which was to spend the day after my birthday completely hungover. Its not wrestling, but as far as "day after my birthday" plans go, it wasnt half bad. Sarah, Amanda and I went to the Fire & Ice Grille and Bar in the Anahiem Gardenwalk, where we all took in way too much alcohol, just enough food to keep our alcohol intake on the right side of legal. And then made fun of the people who were way too dressed up for a night out at the strip mall.
The only downside was that we waited a few hours, until we were sober enough to drive home, before we left. So halfway home we were all pretty hungry again. Well we stopped on Lyons ave to gas up and we noticed that the Taco Bell next to the gas station was closed for remodeling. It was at that exact moment that we all started wanting Taco Bell really damn badly. We all started craving Taco Bell like a heroin addict looking to score. We were willing to sell our souls for it. Nothing tastes better after a night of drinking, than Taco Bell. But of course, there isnt a single Taco Bell open between Newhall and Bakersfield. Bastards!!! Ironically, Sarah and I woke up the next morning and said, "we are getting taco bell, today, if its the last thing we do." We then talked to Amanda later and found out that she woke up with the same "I will not be denied Taco Bell 2 days in a row" attitude that we woke up with.
So in addition to that, I got to see a great Roller Derby game featuring the Derby Revolution of Bakersfield. Ran into my awsome friend Angela. We were talking for about 20 minutes when we realized that this is the first time we have all hung out when all 3 of us were sober. Not sure if thats a good thing or a bad thing.
And then follow that up with the fact that I got to do absolutely nothing on sunday. Thats what I call the perfect birthday. So if you called me, sent me a message on facebook, or contributed to the death of many many healthy Brain and Liver cells. Thank you so much for the prefect birthday weekend.
This past weekend was my birthday and I have to say that it was pretty damn great. I had the kind of birthday that I love. There were tons of friends and family who either called or dropped me a line on Facebook. With the exception of my Dad, who called me at 5:00 in the morning because he is in Florida right now and didnt take the 3 hour time difference into account. Im unemployed, I really dont need to be conscious at 5am. But bad timing not withstanding, it was great that he called.
I only got two presents and both were awesome. My mom bought me a Plasma screen TV, which was great because my old tv was on its last leg. And my buddy Jesse bought me a book called "The Bro Code" because Jesse is desperately trying to defend his need to still high five and fist bump. At least we finally broke him of the habit of chest bumping.
"We are not Milli Vanilli. There is no need to bump chests after 1989"
I was supposed to wrestle the day after my birthday, but due to circumstances out of anyones control, those plans got scrapped. Fortunately I had a great back up plan, which was to spend the day after my birthday completely hungover. Its not wrestling, but as far as "day after my birthday" plans go, it wasnt half bad. Sarah, Amanda and I went to the Fire & Ice Grille and Bar in the Anahiem Gardenwalk, where we all took in way too much alcohol, just enough food to keep our alcohol intake on the right side of legal. And then made fun of the people who were way too dressed up for a night out at the strip mall.
The only downside was that we waited a few hours, until we were sober enough to drive home, before we left. So halfway home we were all pretty hungry again. Well we stopped on Lyons ave to gas up and we noticed that the Taco Bell next to the gas station was closed for remodeling. It was at that exact moment that we all started wanting Taco Bell really damn badly. We all started craving Taco Bell like a heroin addict looking to score. We were willing to sell our souls for it. Nothing tastes better after a night of drinking, than Taco Bell. But of course, there isnt a single Taco Bell open between Newhall and Bakersfield. Bastards!!! Ironically, Sarah and I woke up the next morning and said, "we are getting taco bell, today, if its the last thing we do." We then talked to Amanda later and found out that she woke up with the same "I will not be denied Taco Bell 2 days in a row" attitude that we woke up with.
So in addition to that, I got to see a great Roller Derby game featuring the Derby Revolution of Bakersfield. Ran into my awsome friend Angela. We were talking for about 20 minutes when we realized that this is the first time we have all hung out when all 3 of us were sober. Not sure if thats a good thing or a bad thing.
And then follow that up with the fact that I got to do absolutely nothing on sunday. Thats what I call the perfect birthday. So if you called me, sent me a message on facebook, or contributed to the death of many many healthy Brain and Liver cells. Thank you so much for the prefect birthday weekend.