Birthday fun

So in case anyone didn't know, yesterday was my birthday.  Coincidentally it was also the luckiest day of my life.  To start the morning off, Kristin and I had no real plans for a celebration; maybe go out to dinner, have a few drinks, nothing big.  However, upon her arrival to school, one of her friends says that he has Hornets tickets and we are welcome to them if we would like.  And I'm not talking about just any tickets, he's got awesome tickets.  4 rows back on the floor, right behind the bench.  These are the type of seats where you have waiters that come to take your order during the game.  The kind of seats where when people like me are sitting there, you get looks like "what the fuck are you doing here?"  That was lucky part number 1.  So we take our said seats and start ordering some drinks, $8 for a beer, which is ridiculous but its my birthday so whatever.  At halftime they have a Mardi Gras party and all the Honeybees and various other employees are throwing out beads for everyone.  I may have been the only person in our section to catch any beads.  Lucky me #2.  In the middle of the 4th quarter the waiter comes around and says last call so I order 1 more drink and tell him to close out my tab.  A tab the should have been somewhere in the $50 range.  Here's lucky part #3, the guy brings my tab and says open it up and read it.  Inside he's written a note that says "Sorry Mr. Brady there's been a mix up with our computers and your orders got deleted so there will be no charge."  Sorry?  You don't have to apologize for wiping out an entire tab.  In fact I rather appreciate it. 

That's all I got for tonight.  Off to Bill and Dee's to continue the celebration.

Thank you Kristin for a wonderful day.  I love you.

Currently Reading My Friend Leonard By James Frey see related

Everyday I have the same routine.  I wake up when Kristin wakes up, earlier than I have to, but I get up anyway because inevitably she'll make enough noise to ensure that I can't sleep any longer anyways.  I put the dog outside, make Kristin toast with cinnamon butter, gather up her school stuff and lay it by the door, make the bed, take a shower, get dressed.  By this point, she is gone to school and I finally have some time to relax.  I get my computer and follow the same site path as always.  First its my hotmail account, then my bank account, followed by myspace, perezhilton, pinkisthenewblog, facebook, gorillamask, and lastly xanga.  I tell this story, not to make myself out to be the best husband in the world, but to tell how I came about having a xanga page. 

Lately I've been feeling guilty about reading everyone else's page and not being able to atleast comment on their posts.  Did I create a xanga just to be able to comment?  Maybe. Was that a rhetorical question? Maybe.  Am I already the worst poster ever? Definitely.  I swear this post had a point about two sentences ago and now I've lost it.  I quit. 

Sorry if you read this.