Sunday, August 01, 2010

Bobby's Birthday and Dangerous Toys

Everyone should have fun and be allowed to get totally shit faced on the their 40th birthday.  SO SAY I! 40 is hard, at least it was for me. Bobby will whip thru it like a breeze, she's cool like that. She also was having a good time and it is deserved. Happy 40th my friend!

Dangerous Toys? I saw 5 mins worth of them before Kat and I left.  I had 3 Capt and Diet's at the Pickle, ate before I left AND when I was there and felt sicker than shit.  I couldn't shake it.  Headache, nausea, the urge to sleep or pass out, even though I wasn't remotely tipsy or drunk!  Kat took me home and I dealt with it there.  Paul then asked to come over and hang with us, so he did.  He rubbed both our feets, rubbed my head and within an hour I was fine.  I swear if I didn't know any better I 'd think someone put something in my drink.

Paul now over, Kat, he and I hung out and drank halfsies and laughed our asses off. I haven't seen him in about 3 months so he asked to borrow my baby (Fender tele), got to see my latest tat, my new glasses, what Kat has done to the room, now that's she's moved in and my latest musical idea (which he thinks is long over do!) He played with our boy (Gabriel the cat) and left so we all could be to bed around 5am for he was worried that I wouldn't get enough sleep before work.  Crappy night that ended on an unexpected, brighter note.
Thanks guys!
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