Lemme tell ya somethin'...
Yesterday was my 34th birthday. I enjoyed my day off from work by indulging in a gift to myself, a portable DVD player from the folks at Sony. Now I can watch "Scrubs" wherever the hell I am. But the focus of the day ended up being a secret plan hatched by my wife Lisa (aka ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
skovalia) and my roommate Pat (aka fingerhead).
Apparently, for the last few weeks, they have been conspiring to surprise me with a birthday gathering at a local Japanese steakhouse, one of those with the wacky knife-tossing chefs. I enjoy this sort of thing just fine, but I was feeling tired yesterday and was tempted to say "Aw, the hell with it, let's just go home." Turns out, that would have ruined everything since there were about 8 people waiting at the steakhouse for me.
For the birthday roast.
Years ago, I proposed a birthday party idea to my then-group of friends: a birthday roast. For one year, everyone's birthday party would be a Friar's Club-style roast at which we would poke, prod, and tease our friends out of love. Finally, after years of talking about this idea, Pat and Lisa made this happen.
I got ragged on for being short, fat, hairy, talkative, argumentative, and even for being an atheist. It was hilarious and of course I got my chance to hit back. There were even two long-distance jabs at me from folks who couldn't make it and instead sent videos. I haven't ever had such a fun time on my birthday and I feel more sorry for the folks who missed it. Maybe one of these days I'll upload one or two of the videos to YouTube and let you guys see what sort of thing went on.
