Yes it's still my birthday. Corey and I went out for drinks and food. We talked politics, our recent heartaches, and then as always we discussed music. We first started with Bob Dylan. Granted I'm a bigger fan of Dylan than he is, but we discussed the differences between the folk and electric Bob with much passion. For whatever reason the conversation descended into butt rock and we talked about how Winger's "She's Only Seventeen" could not be released today without a huge amount of outcry.
I'm not sure why we got onto Winger, but we went further and discussed all the butt rock bands that come and play at the Emerald Queen Casino and how we should catch a show sometime. Corey said he wouldn't pay more then $25 and a can of soup for their food drive to see said bands, but I know he'll pay more to see Kix.
We leave the bar and get into his car. He asks me if see a CD on my side that says 'butt rock'. Sure enough he did. On the way home we listened to Winger, Skid Row, and Cinderella. Yes two thirty somethings rocking out to 80s rock in an Acura. Yes we may seem pathetic, but we had fun so screw you hippie. Yeah you only wish you were as cool as us. We made Andrea proud.
Yes I'm drunk. Why do you ask?
I got some Reeses Pieces and am eating them now. They're good.
After all the phone calls, emails, blog comments, and text messages from numbers I don't recognize I was overwhelmed today with the birthday wishes. Even got a store bought cake from my roommate and his girlfriend which ruled. My nephews got on the phone to wish me a happy birthday which was soooo cute. Yes as usual my folks called and sang Happy Birthday to me. They just can't let go.
It sounds simple, but really with all the friends and family I have wishing me a good day made this a great birthday after all.
"We were lumped into the Lite Metal radio bands." - Kip Winger