The one where I recap my birthday

August 9, 2010

Gather round kiddies. It’s time for the weekly recap of the weekend. Now this one was pretty packed like the previous weeks—what is it summer or something? Of course if you pay attention (and you should because there may be a test eventually) you’ll notice that I continually keep doing the same things over and over.

Bar
Marx Brothers movie
Bar
Cult Movie
Art Lecture
Hobo Killing

Uhm…I mean…so….yeah you get the point. I likes what I likes so there. This week was a bit different because as I ranted about here it was my 32nd birthday. Interestingly in that b-day post I don’t think I actually mentioned my age. I got asked about it a lot (understandably being my birthday and all) this weekend. Usually like this:

Person(s): So how does 32 feel?
Me: Pretty much the same as 31?
Person(s): Hahaha yeah.

I mean I’ve not changed that much. I’ve firmly held onto the notion that we have no choice in growing old but growing up is optional. I know you can hardly tell I refuse to give up not growing up.

That is not the point of the post tho. Oh no this is the all important what I did over the weekend recap post. This goes beyond the debate of growing up vs. growing old. Who did I see? Who did I not see? (What?) Where did we see each other and so on.

Friday was a fun day. I mean of course it was my birthday and all. It started with a minus though. I had to have pants on early morning but at least it was for a good cause!

Cupcakes!

Yeah the wifey bought me some Banana Crème w/ Cinnamon Honey butter cream frosting cupcakes from the awesome LaBella Cupcakes. They are divine. If you are in the Cleve-o area you must try them. I can’t wait till they open their store!

The rest of the day I spent checking out possible writing gigs, applying to jobs and then drinking whiskey. Yeah whiskey during the day, you got a problem with that? No in fact some of you were trying to get me to drink earlier. I had a nice little buzz going by 2pm. Not a full on buzz but a nice warm and fuzzy feeling.

Later that night we went to Reddstone for some grub, drinks and good times. The group that helped celebrate my b-day was: Kat, Pelvic Joann, Alicia, Camilla, The Rizza, Dave, and the Pole Smoker. There were cameos by Craig and I got to meet someone new from twitter (JDDrake) The festivities included 8 dollar grape bombs shots courtesy the love Rizza. Yeah 8 freaking dollars! The company was good even if the pricing seemed to border on the not so fun. We spent most of the night there chatting, taunting and so forth. There was this statement:

We were discussing being drunk. I went to explain how you can tell on twitter when I start quoting rap lyrics, only it came out like this)

Me: You can tell when I’m queer—
Yeah that was good for some laughs. There were these:

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(Me, Alicia, Camilla and Dave)

And this gem of a picture:

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(Me and the pole smoker.)

Now I’d have more pictures (and there are some) but it is more important to me to have a good time than to snap fashionable pictures. From there we headed over to Parnell’s Pub. I felt it was only right to celebrate at least part of my birthday there. I had 3 jack and gingers and then we headed home. Not before Camilla grabbed my picture and took some very drunk pictures.

Pics included: half a phone, a few elbows, 3 cheeks, a chin, half a head, and me looking down.

Saturday was mostly spent at home reading, writing and watching tv while recovering from the night before. The wifey had a call back and when she returned we headed over to Duck Soup at the Cinematheque. From there we hit up Chipotle for dinner. Here we got to witness a group of plain clothes cops walking around like they just got out of the latest Bad Boys flick. They were walking with a swagger, badges hanging around their neck and bullet proof vest. Then there were the 30 something guys creeping on some chicks in their late teens. Here is one interaction:

Creeper 1: Hey you going to get the new iphone?
Girl 1: Nah.
Creeper 1: Here you want mine? Here you go. I’ll trade you for your burrito bowl. HAHA.
Girl 1: Right.
Creeper 2: He just wanted to show off.
Girl 2: Right.
Creeper 1: So what are your plans for tonight?
Silence.

Yeah and when the girls got up to throw away their shit and leave, the two creepers practically got them pregnant with their eyes. From there we went over to Parnell’s for a quick drink and then went to see Pulp Fiction.

Jimi Factoid #1: He has seen Pulp Fiction 59 times now.

Sunday (that’s my funday. My I don’t have to runday) we did some much needed shopping and a bit o relaxing. I got a couple of frames for some autographs I had.

Bernie Kosar
Anderson Varejao
And Mother fucking Raven. (sorry)

Then we headed over to her dad’s house. He was making me dinner for my birthday. He made dolmades and some Spanakopita. They were delish and a fine way to end a week. Today we start a diet that I won’t go into detail about but it isn’t my favorite. I can probably parlay this into wifely favors but will probably waste those by making her go to local wrestling shows.

A side note since I started doing Yoga for Regular Guys consistently again and walking more and eating less I’ve lost 6 pounds. Go me.

That sentence sucked but oh well.

How the bleep was your weekend?

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The one with the birthday

August 6, 2010

someecards.com - Happy birthday to a sports fan who may just be realizing he's now older than his favorite athletes

That’s right bitches it’s my birthday!

Go, go, go, go, go, go

“Yeah I can get into this.” *Head bob and awkward looking body movement.*

Go shawty, it’s your birthday

“Hey! Don’t call me shor—”

We gonna party like it’s your birthday
We gon’ sip Bacardi like it’s your birthday

“Oh see that’s better. Though rather it be Jack Daniels but you know whatever.” *Cough* Wuss *Cough*

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami, I got the X if you into takin’ drugs

“Uhm drugs? Plus did you just call me mami? You are strange.”

I’m into havin’ sex, I ain’t into makin’ love
So come gimme a hug, if you’re into gettin’ rubbed

“Woah big boy just stop right there with your pervert ideas. I don’t know who you think I am but I’m not into that stuff. Plus you know I really don’t like you calling me short. You spelled it wrong too.
Oh?
You think so? You wanna take it outside tough guy?”

And that’s the true story of how 50 Cent really got all shot up. Yeah I shot 50 cent.
Don’t mess with me I’m a Lawyer!
Sorry this isn’t the movie Hook, but really is my birthday.

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