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My thirty-seventh birthday started at the usual gag-inducing alarm time. By 6:30 I was elbow-deep in mainframe application error reports. I was blessed with a morning of inept techno-poser executives who couldn't mouse their way out of a Vuitton bag. I would prefer to stay in the stalagtited confines of my refrigerated server hole, but the stars were in alignment for a series of "Whaddya mean I can't get foxnews.com?" issues.
AM aged to PM, and I couldn't get out the door. Too many fires, not enough hose. I escaped at five, boated home in the afternoon drive time, and started drinking with Rob (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
robland).
My brother and his buddy Dan met us, and we were off to Taqueria Corona to meet Liz (defenestr8r), Jen (rivetonfire), and Andi. The sangria flowed, but the kitchen, despite the obvious lack of business, was in no hurry to cook. They sure got the cheese enchilada Big Bowl-O-Cheese out to Jen quick enough, though. Nonetheless, a good dinner was had by all, followed up by a little Creole Creamery action (bittersweet chocolate ice cream, YUM).
By then, my work stress had been ground down by shrimp flautas and hand-made ice cream. It was time to drink. Jen drove us (in her swank super-toaster) over to Half Moon, where Andi plied me with vodka, and Lorraine (darkestsunrise) and Don appeared. Down the street we went, to the Saint, to lounge, bite, and foosball our way into the back corner. Todd (marquisdd) and Ben stumbled upon us not long afterward. We were witness to Andi handing Don his ass in foosball (rehab beats mental ward), but then losing to Todd on the El-vez pinball machine.
A few rounds later, we were across uptown at Snake and Jake's. Things are a wee fuzzy here, but could be due to the hardwood whacks I was given by the ladies (someone has pictures forthcoming). I am bruiseless, thankyouverymuch. Ah the wondrous healing powers of a good old-fashioned spanking.
I was kindly dropped off by Jen and Liz, who were the main perpetrators in planning my night. Thank you both, for a really awesome time.
Liz even has pictures!!!
To all I saw last night, thank you for being a part of a refreshingly fun birthday. I would say there was only one thing missing, but that's someone that doesn't care anyway.
Tomorrow is INTERPOL!
AM aged to PM, and I couldn't get out the door. Too many fires, not enough hose. I escaped at five, boated home in the afternoon drive time, and started drinking with Rob (
robland). My brother and his buddy Dan met us, and we were off to Taqueria Corona to meet Liz (
defenestr8r), Jen (rivetonfire), and Andi. The sangria flowed, but the kitchen, despite the obvious lack of business, was in no hurry to cook. They sure got the By then, my work stress had been ground down by shrimp flautas and hand-made ice cream. It was time to drink. Jen drove us (in her swank super-toaster) over to Half Moon, where Andi plied me with vodka, and Lorraine (
darkestsunrise) and Don appeared. Down the street we went, to the Saint, to lounge, bite, and foosball our way into the back corner. Todd (marquisdd) and Ben stumbled upon us not long afterward. We were witness to Andi handing Don his ass in foosball (rehab beats mental ward), but then losing to Todd on the El-vez pinball machine. A few rounds later, we were across uptown at Snake and Jake's. Things are a wee fuzzy here, but could be due to the hardwood whacks I was given by the ladies (someone has pictures forthcoming). I am bruiseless, thankyouverymuch. Ah the wondrous healing powers of a good old-fashioned spanking.
I was kindly dropped off by Jen and Liz, who were the main perpetrators in planning my night. Thank you both, for a really awesome time.
Liz even has pictures!!!
To all I saw last night, thank you for being a part of a refreshingly fun birthday. I would say there was only one thing missing, but that's someone that doesn't care anyway.
Tomorrow is INTERPOL!
