Bring It On
A semi-dehydrated headbutt for you.
Let's get this out of the way: ice cream, while thought to be a good idea at the time, can only lead to certain tragedy.
First things first: I am going to die.
Now that we've moved the countdown to right around Joe Torre, I figure it's time to let everyone one of you in on the top secret festivities that are being planned for the week. Yes I did say week; you only get one birthday a year, you might as well celebrate for an entire week, just to make sure that there is absolutely no chance you'll be able to walk, breath, or function the day after.
Wednesday night: a nice, quiet dinner out, provided that Memphis didn't swallow someone whole with its sheer magnitude of delight. Just a note: sorry, you aren't invited to this one. You can try to crash the party, but I imagine that this guy might have something to say about it.
Thursday night: company happy hour. Unless you happen to work with me, or are very adept at disguises and espionage, you sadly are not invited to this one again. But once the company tab closes, you could probably join myself and the other lushes that like to stay out until we've closed down our mandatory three bars.
Friday night: an early birthday happy hour. Since it's more than three days away I don't know where it will be, but everyone is invited to this one. If you don't show up, again, this guy will be pissed.
Saturday: ahhh, the magical day. Shamrock Fest in Ballston is our starting destination, followed by a dinner, and then a night out on the town. Should you join us for one of the three? Yes, yes you should.
Sunday: funeral services will be held for me in my bedroom. Visiting hours will be from 3-5, bring flowers.
There's schedule, now you have no excuses (unless you happen to be in Myrtle Beach. I completely understand that one.) Join in the fun.
K bye.
Let's get this out of the way: ice cream, while thought to be a good idea at the time, can only lead to certain tragedy.
First things first: I am going to die.
Now that we've moved the countdown to right around Joe Torre, I figure it's time to let everyone one of you in on the top secret festivities that are being planned for the week. Yes I did say week; you only get one birthday a year, you might as well celebrate for an entire week, just to make sure that there is absolutely no chance you'll be able to walk, breath, or function the day after.
Wednesday night: a nice, quiet dinner out, provided that Memphis didn't swallow someone whole with its sheer magnitude of delight. Just a note: sorry, you aren't invited to this one. You can try to crash the party, but I imagine that this guy might have something to say about it.
Thursday night: company happy hour. Unless you happen to work with me, or are very adept at disguises and espionage, you sadly are not invited to this one again. But once the company tab closes, you could probably join myself and the other lushes that like to stay out until we've closed down our mandatory three bars.
Friday night: an early birthday happy hour. Since it's more than three days away I don't know where it will be, but everyone is invited to this one. If you don't show up, again, this guy will be pissed.
Saturday: ahhh, the magical day. Shamrock Fest in Ballston is our starting destination, followed by a dinner, and then a night out on the town. Should you join us for one of the three? Yes, yes you should.
Sunday: funeral services will be held for me in my bedroom. Visiting hours will be from 3-5, bring flowers.
There's schedule, now you have no excuses (unless you happen to be in Myrtle Beach. I completely understand that one.) Join in the fun.
K bye.
posted by Rich @ 7:31 PM
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