Happy Birthday To Me It all began with a mistake. It seemed logical that being out of work early and having an hour(ish) to kill before I had to meet the kids at the other bar I might as well drop by CB and say howdy to S. and have a customary beer and shot to get things rolling. After placing my order, S. asking me if had been that kind of a day. Full of myself I proudly proclaimed that it was, in fact, my birthday. Moments later I heard the voice of one of the co-owners behind me. "Did I just hear it's your birthday?" That scene was repeated in a heartbeat when the other co-owner emerged from the office and we exchanged roughly the same conversation. An hour later it was time for me to go, but not before G. could croon out that he needed to buy me one before I left. Walking down towards to trains I have to admit I was feelin' pretty darn fine. Yup, this was gonna be a good night. I arrived at the other bar and finding myself the first one there I began to quaff a nice mug of beer in earnest. The other's began to arrive in a steady stream, each new arrival seeming to bring with them a frosty beverage or the need for a refill. As long as I'm getting another beer I might as well get a shot no matter how often I have shots there I'm always surprised at how heavy the pour them but I don't care it's my birthday and I'll get drunk if I want to back outside with the kids and the drinking and smoking and nonsense is in full swing I don't know why but I decide that E.'s friend who I have never met needs a massage were I sober I would surly be mortified by my boorish behavior but I'm not so I don't mind and neither it seems does she then I decide that everybody at the table needs a rub down so lets get to it so I can have another beer in-a-drunken-attempt-to-extricate-oneself-from-the-bench-we-find-that-it-lacks-in-structural-integrity-the-leg-cracks-and-buckles-we-have-officially-become-vandals-trips-are-made-to-the-photobooth-and-i-begin-to-babble-sometimes-incoherently-but-mostly-inappropriately-i-havereached-stage-4-did-i-just-kiss-j-i-hope-i-didn't-use-any-tongue-then-i'm-being-told-that-i-will-go-to-that-party-and-i-will-do-drugs-and-what's-that-about-making-a-phone-call-the-back-is-shut-down-and-i-realize-that-i-need-chicken-fried-steak-chicken-friedsteak-CHICKEN-FRIED-STEAK Pray for me on Sunday y'all.
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