Mabel couldn't get out of hospital duty last night, which is alright since we'd already gone out the night before, but it still left me all by my lonesome on the night of my birthday.
so instead of hitting the town with, as my cousins would put it, my 'S.O.', i was all set to spend the last few hours of my birthday with Audrey 3.0 (my laptop) and the cast of Monty Python for company (my brother had finally gotten around to lending me his DVD copy of Holy Grail. can't wait to get down to it), maybe settle down for some serious writing later...
i'd been denying how pathetic that would be to myself all day, and was really starting to cozy up to the idea when a friend called me up and took me out for coffee.
even though we had the coffee al fresco on a miserably wet night, chatting it up with a good friend was still cozier than laughing like a loon by myself, no matter how hilarious John Cleese and Co. can be.
so thanks, Mitch, for saving me from being stuck in Compleat Losersville.
8 comments:
Hey! Why didn't you say something? Now I feel like a complete idiot texting you on your birthday without saying anything. :-p
In any case, belated happy birthday! I see you why you splurged. ;-)
haha, no worries man. normally, i try to keep my mindset on the "it's just another day" mode, although the traditional "it's supposed to be a day of celebration" thinking still gets to me sometimes.
as for splurging, it hadn't actually occurred to me until after i got the goods that i could think of it that way...but, yeah, i'm justifying it in my mind that way now.
thanks.
Are you a doctor or a nurse?
df: er, what makes you think i'm either?
There's a joke in there somewhere but my brain hurts after a full day in the office and I can't find it...
:-p
sounds like a set-up gag to me...
you said you were on a hospital duty. Haha.
well, i could be an ambulance driver. or an orderly. or a janitor. or a security guard. or a chaplain...
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