birthday loot

when i was in grade school and birthdays were super important, nobody ever came to mine cause i was a big fat know-it-all geek with huge glasses. so it was pretty sweet to have over 20 nesic kids show up to my birthday dinner at our favorite indian restaurant. i got all sorts of presents, which i totally didn't expect. you kind of figure that after like 17 or so, the presents dwindle into nothingness until you reach an age where fancy wine openers and electric footwarmers become appropriate.

but this year my mems made me a kickass sweater, my coworkers took me out for mexican and let me order the big expensive drink, kz renewed my F1 subscription, and people brought all sorts of awesomeness to the dinner. i got a sweet die-case renault R25, some crazy original artwork, a super charged dunkies card (yay!) bitchin microbrews, andouille shipped fron NOLA, and a horned viking hat and sword (holy shit, am i that transparent? i guess so. i love toys!)

so it was awesome; unfortunately my visions of the afterparty weren't quite realized. i'd stocked the fridge with lots o'beer and bought chips galore, anticipating a swill-fest of snacky projector movie madness until 4 am or so. instead, i passed out 10 minutes into 'tron,' not a single beer warming my belly. and most of my friends were tired from a long week of hard work, and had no complaints about heading home a little past midnight. i'm telling you, it really is happening. you get old.