So at exactly midnight my cell phone rang. It was a friend of mine out on the left coast calling to wish me a happy birthday. He had me on speaker phone, had his guitar, and sang to me. He belted out a pretty fabulous rendition of the Beatles song, "Birthday." (You know the one. "You say it's your birthday [inset guitar lick] It's my birthday too...") I don't recall telling him when my birthday was, and I don't like people making a big deal out of my birthday, but he gets total brownie points for the effort. I've got to admit, I sort of dig having a guy sing to me. It was a very "Say Anything..." kind of moment :) The midnight serenade was great and appreciated, but let's just gloss over the fact that it's my birthday and go on about our week as usual... Nothing to see here folks. Move along. Move along... Sorry I have not posted much in the past week. I just have not really had much to say. I've got a lot going on in my life right now, but I'll try to be better about posting. Right now I'm just trying to keep from pulling my hair out over a variety of things... I can't wait to get out of town next weekend. I'm going to LA for 4 days and then LV for 4 days. It should be a hell of a trip and I soooo need the time away from work... So what else to report? Some friends and I went to The Masters. We spent all day Saturday at Augusta National wading through the mud. I said we need to have t-shirts printed up that say, "I slogged through the back 9 at Augusta - April 2005" and then wear them next year when we go. Still, a good time was had by all and we saw some great golf. I'm not usually a big golf fan, but Augusta National is a great place to just walk around. It's a beautiful course. It's also fun to taunt my friends/family who are HUGE golf fans and have never been able to get tickets to go. I'm evil that way ;) My cousin is a hell of a good golfer and has a real shot at being the amatuer champion sometime in the next couple of years. How fucking cool would that be? I would love to be able to go to The Masters and actually be related to someone playing. Maybe he could even set me up with a press pass so I could take some pictures... Ok, so that's it for now. I need to get to bed seeing as how I have to work in the morning. Ick. It should be agaisnt the law to work on your birthday... even if you don't want to make a big deal out of it. But then again, I'm always looking for an excuse to get out of work. Arbor Day. Flag Day. Bastille Day. Fuck it. We should have them all off...
"A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age." -- Robert Frost
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