
So yeah, it's 51 turns around the sun now. As Mickey Mantle (among others) said, "If I'd known I was going to last this long, I'd have taken better care of myself."
Work managed to ignore this (as it has for the last 10 or so years), but it wasn't too bad today. Rohanna called to sing me "Happy Birthday" and tell me we were going out to dinner. Since I wasn't sure what the plan was, I had gotten chicken breasts out to thaw this morning, which in turn made me forget to put the remainder of the apple crisp/bacon/cheese wonderfulness into my bag for lunch. And, of course, when I realized that, I also realized I'd given my last $8 to Rohanna Saturday to get a card reading at Ben and Raymond's party (it was a great party; I happened to look at the time and realized it was 2.20a. Didn't feel like it until I woke up).
So I came home from work, and we waited for Dragonet to get home. She'd left there, then realized she'd forgotten one last thing she'd promised the Boss Bitch from Hell™ would be sent to her that day. When she got home, we piled into the van and headed off to dinner, which was to be a surprise. As we drove, I kept mentally ticking off options. Once we hit Johnson Drive, I knew we were going to Outback. Sadly, they have discontinued their "Prime" steak option (the difference was definite, and worth the money), but they have added a number of Australian beers to their menu (an improvement over "Fosters, Australian for Coors"). They had two varieties of Coopers! Lager and Sparkling Ale. So, after a round of wings (they make some of the best I've had, and I've had a lot of wings) and a ribeye, I'm feeling very happy. Dragonet got me a flask with a built-in shot glass too.
All in all, a nice birthday. Let's hope we all have a better year this next one.