Monday, March 20, 2006

It's my birthday, bitches

  • It has been a pretty good birthday -- far less painful than I would have expected a milestone birthday to be. When Beth turned 30, she mentioned that it wasn't as big as she thought it might be because she had spent the whole of her being 29 years old thinking of herself as almost 30. My experience has been similar.
    I've managed to drag my birthday over a space of three days. On Saturday, the child bride and I went out with a few friends; Dan and Anthony (here they are, arguing over who gets mentioned more often on my blog) and I discovered the joy that is Young's Double Chocolate Stout and decided that when we get together to watch Wrestlemania, we are going to make beer floats. I promise we will do this, and I promise we will take pictures.
    Contrary to what this picture* would lead you to believe, I didn't drink too much and was able to run in an 8K race the next day, finishing with one of my best times ever. On Sunday night, my family had actual Texas barbecue for dinner, and I cleaned up in presents. Although, strangely, the concubine seemed to want to use the occasion to stir sibling rivalry between my brother and me.
    Tonight, the child bride and I will be going tapas crazy at Solera. I didn't know this until checking the link, but apparently wine is half price on Mondays. Yes!

  • The fun continues Tuesday, with the child bride and I flying to Dublin for the week. Rachel will be taking part in a conference of dietitians and I will be wandering around the city like a big stupid American tourist. As I understand, Dublin has a lot of big stupid American tourists, so I should blend in rather nicely.
    Strangely, Linus has offered to be seen in public with me. His being off the booze has clearly done horrible things to his judgment.
    I am being dragged along to two convention-related events, and I think it would be funny if Linus and the rest of the Irish Bloggers Welcome Society were to barge into one of the events and pretend to throttle me, loudly proclaiming that, "Nobody fucks with Big Mikey."
    I won't ask him to do this, however, for fear that he would conveniently forget the pretend element of throttling me.

  • I managed to miss this somehow: Andraste (aka Joelle, apparently) celebrated her birthday yesterday. Happy birthday, Andraste.

  • The same goes to Lucy, who celebrates her birthday on Tuesday.

  • To both Andraste and Lucy I offer this really swell e-card that was sent to me by my benevolent employer. Just pretend your name is Chris, ladies. What makes it a particularly swell card is that my benevolent employer's name is written incorrectly.

  • Wrestling for Jesus.

    *Honestly, what the hell is happening there?
  • 9 comments:

    Greg said...

    Happy Birthday, sir. Have fun in Dublin. I'm green with envy!*

    *Note Irish allusion.

    Charlotte said...

    Happ Birthday!!!

    sara said...

    Raise some hell over in Ireland. I'm sure their pubs will be happy to see you. Post lots of pictures!

    Donal said...

    Now that Linus has gone straight-edge he has outsourced his onerous boozing and throttling duties to his friends. Looking forward to the boozing and throttling party on Saturday and congratulations on reaching 30.

    Curly said...

    Happy Birthday, here's to you drinking cope-ious amounts of the black stuff.

    *everyone groans*

    Elisa said...

    You're coming to Dublin? bloody 'eck.

    Dan said...

    Since my name was mentioned first, I'll take that point. In your face Anthony!

    mmm...beer floats.

    Dave Morris said...

    Happy birthday Chris, hope you had a great day. Did the child bride bake you a Guinness cake?

    Anonymous said...

    I didn't know it was your birthday! so...

    Tanti auguri !
    Joyeux anniversaire !
    Hartelijk gefeliciteerd !

    Guess who am I ?
    All the Best !

    IhpetS (My name in Welsh !!)