The Leap Replay
Its funny how birthdays bring out an amazing temporary sense of self loathing, or self importance. I was speaking to my friend Tom this morning, and he reminded me that people do not spend there time thinking about my birthday. I was shocked by this. How can that be? Nah, just kidding. But it is an amazingly focused crappy day, especially when my man Scott and Melissa are really the only people who made an effort. Regardless, its over now, and I woke up feeling fine.
So I knew I was going off the wagon, food wise last night, and I knew there was a chance that I was going to drink booze. So I immediately took my training partner for a longer walk than normal. The goal being to create a caloric deficit for the day. I know that is pretty bad science, but my life is all about 1800, and how I can get below that each and everyday. So, it was a long walk.
Then, since I had heard from no one, my mom took me to dinner at The Green Mill in Kronenwetter. I remembered the Desert Fire Pasta, and had a vague recollection of an appetizer with cheese. But, I ended up with a simple steak. A ten ounce steak. Medium well. With a baked potatoe with sour cream. And some asparagus.
So I ate that. I had a martini, and a shot of jack daniels as well. Dinner done.
So, I was home about 8 pm. I had a hankering for wings, from Marcos pizza. So, off to get some it was. So I got ten, and ate 6. Threw the rest away. I drank a Mountain Dew Live Wire, and ate a cookie with a glass of milk.
I also watched Superbad, which was quite good. Though it seemed like an excuse for high school kids to talk dirty. I think Seth, his career might just be done. I mean, yeah your the new stoner comic. Who cares.
Regardless, the day is over.
Tom Neal said:
Dude, my birthday was Saturday. You were invited to the party. But, you had “stuff” going on. I had about 60 people sing me “happy birthday” but you weren’t one of them. Know why? You were under-informed of the significant date, just thought it was a holiday party (which it was, really). Therefore, I cannot hold you responsible, nor bemoan your absence (even though you had indicated your probable attendance). Consider that others (me for instance) were woefully under-informed of your impending date and as a result were uninvolved in its celebration. Just think, a simple, “Hey man, my birthday is next month,” would ensure that it would occupy a place in my consciousness. After all, it’s not like you’re frikkin’ Keith Richards or something.
December 19th, 2007 at 2:34 pm #
Dino Corvino said:
Stuff sometimes equals a girl.
December 19th, 2007 at 5:43 pm #
robertmentzer said:
Terrible. Total waste of four wings. I thought Superbad was pretty funny, but then I am a big fan of high school kids talking dirty.
December 19th, 2007 at 10:23 pm #