Broken Toe & Birthday Madness

Yeah, I know…I’ve had issues with updating lately.  It’s not that I didn’t want to update, it’s just that my life had been incredibly boring and completely filled with ennui and angst over the whole turning 32 thing.

The birthday passed without incident.  Which, given my past record of really crappy birthdays is actually kind of amazing.  In all honesty, it was a pretty great birthday, as I will now illustrate to you in my favorite format ever….bullet points.

• Took my mother to a gay bar
• Ate the pituitary gland of some kind of animal in addition to a bunch of funky Moroccan food (note to self: NEVER eat Moroccan food ever again.  Even if you’re starving to death).
• In the gay bar, in the presence of the above referenced mother told an extremely short boy “You must be this tall to ride” while pointing to my own head in response to his oh so delicately phrased question….the question?  “So…do you wanna fuck?”
• Drank black vodka – no shit…this stuff was black.  Like ink.
• Was presented with a new pink Ipod. 
• Became completely obsessed with new pink Ipod, refusing to do anything other than upload CD’s for about seven straight hours.
• Forked over the equivalent of the national deficit to ITunes.
• Got drunk and broke my toe
• Forgot I had broken my toe and fell flat on my face when I got out of bed the next morning.
• Managed to collectively drink more alcohol in one weekend than I had in the entire previous year.

All in all, not a bad birthday, no?