Al's Birthday

I made it. Not entirely sure how or why, but I made it nonetheless. For those of you unaware of today’s National holiday, it’s called la Journée d’appréciation des danseuses, though you may know it by its more common name, Al’s birthday. Yes, it’s true; I’m inching further and further through my 4th decade on the planet, having reached the ripe ol’ age of 32. Rather than take my customary day off, I’ve opted to come into work today. I figured that I shouldn’t deprive the masses of their opportunity to greet me and wish me well.

Truth be told, this will be a rather uneventful birthday. Last year, I was drinking shots of flaming sambuca at a downtown watering hole before returning to my apartment where the roomies had baked me a cake. This year, I’m sans colocs, though I will be receiving a visit from the parents this weekend. I’ll also be grabbing a few bevies with Phil and CT at some point, as well. But for the big day itself, I’m flying solo.

Alright, I’m off for now. Just remember, tip using bills! The girls don’t take loonies or twonies! It’s a health risk when wearing platform shoes. Til next time…