Today’s my birthday. For the second year in the row, the first birthday message I received was an email from Pepsi X-Tras. Pepsi may be a cold, uncaring, corporation, but they’re always there for me on my special day.
What am I doing for my birthday, you ask? Sleeping until 4. Ordering pizza. Maybe watching a movie. For those who need to believe I live more dangerously, here’s an embellished version of my plans:
I started drinking right at midnight–at the beginning of my show. Had a few Jack and Cokes, poured by Sherman’s heavy hand. Moved on to beer about ten minutes ago. When I get off work at 5:30, I’m going to meet up with “the guys” for a day trip to the casino. After that? As if you couldn’t guess–strip clubs. As many as we can hit before our singles run out.