Those are the written laws.

Yesterday I turned 32 years of age. My second year of my 30s. My birthday weekend was pretty mellow this year, but it was a good one indeed.

Friday I got drunk with Corey at a casino where he has a crush on the bartender. The bartender has a boyfriend, but keeps inviting Corey over to her place of work to chat. While they mildly flirted I drank a bunch of Corey drinks, i.e. fruity, and engaged in political chats about the state of our constitution and the reality of our amendments vs popular opinion of each. Corey and I talked about many other things as my stomach tried to digest the the chinese buffet I ate earlier that day with Ryon.

I came home that night and the chinese food decided not to wait and fully digest. Yes out of my mouth did come pineapple shrimp, rice, and fried won-tons. Yes it did taste better going down.

Saturday I slept the day away for the most part. I got up and The Pretty Girl took me out to a steak dinner. After the nice dinner we went to see Camelot with Michael York at the 5th Ave Theatre. Yes I asked to see a stage musical for my birthday. Laugh all you want, but this musical loving guy here can kick your ass.

Sunday I had lunch with the folks and BBQ dinner with Corey and The Jiggaman. Later I watched the last episode of Rome and sank into slumber a year older. What will this year entail for my 32 year old body will yet to be seen. I hope it's as good as last year.

"I formed a new group called Alcoholics-Unanimous. If you don't feel like a drink, you ring another member and he comes over to persuade you." - Richard Harris