Apparently Lorilee (aka Midget Lover or Chompy) is right, and most of my posts come after midnight. I’m not drunk, which has to give me some sort of leg to stand on, but not much of one. A wooden leg, really.
My birthday celebration is starting to look like a genuine three-day event. Tomorrow (today) I will pop by work to kiss some ass, have lunch with Amanda, and buy a thing or two. Then I’ll have dinner with Dena and Melis, as well as Amanda and Savannah at Cafe Torre. After dinner is the mandatory Tuesday night trip to Khartoum, where I plan on getting ridiculously drunk on drinks that I’m not paying for. (Miles fixed the foosball table for us tonight, since it stopped spitting out balls last night.) (He’s still my favorite bartender…shhhh! Don’t tell Steve or Clayton!) Then Wednesday night, Bryan and I will have dinner at sanraku in San Francisco, then head to the Warfield to see Cake on my actual birthday. Thursday morning I’m driving to Tahoe with Amanda (provided she doesn’t flake on me for a variety of reasons) to snowboard at Northstar and hang out with MJ. Then Friday morning we’ll leave Tahoe bright and early so I can make work at 1pm.
Whew.
Did I mention that I got a raise today? :D


