I don’t normally celebrate my birthday anymore, although the entire USA does. I figure it would be a little narcissistic for me to join in. Besides, when you’re sliding in to sixty, some of the glow has left. A good bowel movement is at least as exciting.
Still, when some friends called yesterday, and insisted I come over for some BBQ and a few drinks, I was in the mood, and gladly accepted. It turned out to be a birthday party for the wife of my friend. They’d heard it was my b’day too, and invited us over to co-celebrate.
All these years, I’d thought I was the only one born on the 4th of July! What a letdown!
Beer, brandy, sake, champagne and single malt scotch are all delicious, and great for accompanying a meal.
However, they are NOT intended to accompany each other. Especially in rapid-fire mode. And most especially in obscene quantities.
Oh! And a head the size of Oklahoma!
I may not live ’til my next one!