Happy Birthday to Me!
OMG. I'm 41!
You know I wasn't going to mention it, but then I heard on the radio that it is also the birthday of Kim Jung, the creepy/wacky leader of North Korea, and you know me - anything to bond with a celebrity.
The Colonel bought me a neat wall clock. His birthday is coming up as well, and I bought him a tombstone. It's a long story, but I'm not spoiling any suprises there. He knows all about the tombstone. The Greek bought me a neat red Skyway suitcase to replace my ratty old red non-Skyway suitcase.
Back in the very old days - the 1940's or so - it was the custom of the Delphi Commune for Social Justice (and their female hangers-on), on the occassion of a member's birthday, to gather in the smallest bedroom and drink a bottle of fortified wine. We would then head out into the night to spread the message of Social Justice to the lowbrows of Iowa City, and only occassionally would the night end in the emergency room. While I have no wish to ever drink fortified wine ever again (OK, I'm drinking a tumbler of port as I type this, but that doesn't count), I do hoist an imaginary glass of Night Train or Abbie's Wild Irish Rose to those of you out there in Reader Land who were members of the commune, Members of the Ladie's Auxillary, or Fellow Travelers. Turn that AC/DC down, and for God's Sake don't let the pipes freeze!
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go put Ben-Gay on all of my joints (don't go there) and down a bottle of Geritol, and then head off to a busy day at "Today's World" magazine.
You know I wasn't going to mention it, but then I heard on the radio that it is also the birthday of Kim Jung, the creepy/wacky leader of North Korea, and you know me - anything to bond with a celebrity.
The Colonel bought me a neat wall clock. His birthday is coming up as well, and I bought him a tombstone. It's a long story, but I'm not spoiling any suprises there. He knows all about the tombstone. The Greek bought me a neat red Skyway suitcase to replace my ratty old red non-Skyway suitcase.
Back in the very old days - the 1940's or so - it was the custom of the Delphi Commune for Social Justice (and their female hangers-on), on the occassion of a member's birthday, to gather in the smallest bedroom and drink a bottle of fortified wine. We would then head out into the night to spread the message of Social Justice to the lowbrows of Iowa City, and only occassionally would the night end in the emergency room. While I have no wish to ever drink fortified wine ever again (OK, I'm drinking a tumbler of port as I type this, but that doesn't count), I do hoist an imaginary glass of Night Train or Abbie's Wild Irish Rose to those of you out there in Reader Land who were members of the commune, Members of the Ladie's Auxillary, or Fellow Travelers. Turn that AC/DC down, and for God's Sake don't let the pipes freeze!
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go put Ben-Gay on all of my joints (don't go there) and down a bottle of Geritol, and then head off to a busy day at "Today's World" magazine.
posted by Catalina Vel-DuRay @ Thursday, February 16, 2006
2 Comments:
At 10:59 AM,
Sylvia O'Stayformore said…
Can't wait until our birthday lunch next week!
I totally nailed your birthday yesterday and you didn't even fess up to it. I gues I just know these things.
Happy B-day Bev.
At 4:10 PM,
daisymayrobin said…
Wait a minute... I thought your birthday was February 12! That's what I have in my calendar. Oops!
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