Anyway, today they kind of celebrated my birthday at work. Well, at least my team and some other folks bought me some gifts and made me feel all special and shit. I got $30 in ITunes from my squad. Big ups! My old boss got me some Pop Tarts since I eat them EVERYDAY at work. So much so that people think that is all I do eat. And my co-worker and current boss got me a Braves shirt that everyone signed with some Deep South saying to "welcome me" here. It was really quite a display unveiling that puppy, so much so that I was actually a tad embarassed at the attention. It was nice to feel like I belong a little, or that people like me enough to contribute...because honestly I think that people think I'm a prick. Maybe they do, but just not today?
Tonight the work celebration presses on across the street at my local karaoke bar Greene Streets. I picked the locale since it's so fucking close to my crib, and I'm sure no one complained because secretly they want to see me sing. (The word is out that I'm a ringer...) So I'm frantically downing a Red Bull Light to get pumped up and will be heading over as soon as I post this. I have no idea who is planning on coming out to join in the fun, but I'm ready to socialize a little with the 'adults' for once.
However, I'm still anxious about doing the debauchery thing tomorrow night. So as such, I plan on watching my drinking tonight. No shots. No going over board. No beer mixing. I'm determined to see some boobs tomorrow night in the proximity of Joolie. Going to strip bars with chicks is fun. Especially when they ain't your girlfriend.
And by the way, I got a haircut last night in anticipation of Thanksgiving which was a big hit at work today. I'm going as a modern day Indian to the Pilgrim and Indian Ball at Eric's house next week and decided to get-r-done as they say here. Check out Joolie's (and Eric's) crafty work...

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