Birthday number 22
Today was the 22nd anniversery of my birth. I was able to, rather sporadically, arrange to meet Rosa at a bar near Columbus Avenue. Her friend from work was scheduled to spin some rap and R&B.
I think I may have found a new “good” bar (although, *grumble*, they don’t make White Russians). Well, I suppose it was Rosa that found it, not me. I digress. I asked for two shots of “good” (I need to lay off the quotes) vodka. Some bartenders might have probed me for an exact brand name, but this one understood that I wanted him to figure it out for me. He returned with the best damn vodka I have ever had. I felt a little awkward downing two shots of vodka for no particular reason, so I explained that it was my birthday, and that drinking two shots was better than drinking 22 shots. What a great bartender! He gave me the premium vodka on the house!
Conversation was good with Rosa and her friend. Oddly enough, I think birthdays are best celebrated with people you don’t know well. I remember my 18th birthday. Two of my friends ditched me, and I celebrated my birthday with my friend Jamie, and three of his friends that I don’t even remember any more. Even though I knew only Jamie, that was one of my best birthdays.
I hope everyone else had a great day as well. As for me, only two more nights of sleeping without a mattress!
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So glad that meeting the new friend worked out and the two shots as well. You’ll still be getting those five scoops. Have a great weekend and also sleep great on that new bed. ;>))
Lana and crew (myself included) sends their birthday wishes your way. Guess she never got the memo that you left. Send me an email address. So i can forward it on to you…Rob
I am the most evil person in the world for now wishing you happy birfday on your blog or am I??? I hope you enjoyed what I sent you and if you didn’t than ummm screw you? We really have to talk later about changing my password to get in here…. I can’t remember all those complex numbers… You’re lucky if I can even remember my own login in name damn it! But um happy late birfday I’m glad it was a good one
Sounds like things are finally going well. What a year it’s been. Let us know about the job the apartment and all. Again, Happy Birthday.
Also, I’m not sure you what you meant by getting probed by a bartender. You be careful out there, ya hear?