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I just turned 88. Or was it 29? Can’t ever remember.

Thanks to all my well-wishers. Especially my brother, who reminded me that next year I’ll be “really old.” A heap of MySpace messages, many phone calls (apologies to Amanda who doesn’t like my new voice mail messgage) including Savannah singing to me and Lorilee promising to take me to Indian food when she’s back (so holding you to that, lady), cupcakes from Brandy which were super tasty and filled with sarcasm, and an offer of a “homemade gift” from Shalon (but I don’t want her stool sample).

My friends are awesome.

They also all want/expect me to go out and get hammered. I guess that is my M.O. during this time of year (and every time of year), but I did work tonight. Closed the store and everything. Got to have drinks afterwards with a few pals, but it was very chill.

To our waitress at the bar: You suck. We asked you to apply the cash toward our bill then split the rest. Not pocket $16.75 as your tip on a $62.79 bill after you lagged bringing out drinks and water (twice!), didn’t bring the menu that Deb asked for which you offered us even though the kitchen was closed, and bitched at us for not wanting crap that you said was possibly-mint floating in our water. You deserved every penny of your $1.75 tip. And please note that it was only $1.75 because you didn’t give back the quarters to begin with. Please slam your shin into every chair you walk past. kthxbye.