Just heading home from a night of esting too much food (seriously: $29.44 at the Mongolie Grill – not to be confused with the Mongolian Grill, where a schlub like me can eat “all you can eat” for something like $12) and then we went to a bar on Cordova where drinks were something silly like $4.25 and pitchers were $13.00.
So yeah. Happy birthday for Johnny Vancouver with alsoplus the 35 (like me!) And thanks for inviting me out with a totally different group of nerds (but still riot nrrrrdz nonetheless) than I usually hang out with.
Thanks also to the acedemy, Thinkgeek (for my “Han shot first” t-shirt) and to my wife, Arwen, without whom none of this would have been possible.
And a sdpecial thanks to the bus driver who told me I was waiting at a stop where the bus just plain doesn’t go after Midnight).
If I die on my way home, probably of a burst bladder, everything goes to Arwen, who is far more sane than I.
But Johnny Vancouver, whom I’ve done a podcast with, gets to be 35, which is a milestone that I have passed myself…
Happy (Burrrrp) Birthday, you magnicient bastard.
(Include Stormtrooper tattoo here).
