Alvie's blog: "Drunken Thoughts"

Friday
I wake up on my last five-day workweek looking forward to a three-day weekend.
I head to the office, picking up jew donuts for the coworker who gave me a $20 Einstein's giftcard.
Besides her and unlike previous years, no one has done anything for me at the office.
Not that I expect extravagant gifts, but at least I gave them birthday/gift cards when their bday came around.

The day goes at a snail's pace until it's time to go home.
There's a package in the mail, it's my sis/hubby's bday present: Industrial goggles from Cryoflesh.
I can understand they are a couple but only one gift?
I bought each of them $70 bday gifts, although I'm sure they'll make it up when I visit this summer.
Most of my family/friends are out of town, the others are too broke or too busy to do something.
It is what it is and I cant put my happiness in the hands of other people.

My brother sent me a $50 to BestBuy, he's been broke since his fiancé's work hours were cut so I appreciate it.
Not easy to afford gifts with a NYC lifestyle with girlfriend, puppy and $2K/mo for a 400sq' Wall St loft.
My mom hooked me up with bday brownies and a Cannon SX110is.

I get an email from Alyssa, she needs to reschedule our club plans tonight for next week.
She's got a headache and wants to go to bed early.
There goes my night.

Saturday
Klaus has problems starting, my first thoughts turn to my expensive gel battery.
I look in my glovebox and find my receipt from Nov '07, my 18mo warranty expires in three days.
They replace my battery for free, now my radio doesn't work and the car still wont start right.
Which complicates my matters and increases the possible repair expense.

Jason and Renzy come over, bringing gifts of generosity and creativity along with a bottle of wine.
Renzy gives me a Tilly's gift card and writes me a tear-jerking poem.
Jason gives me a pencil portrait, I appreciate their gifts of friendship.
I load Valkyrie with my private stash, reserved for special people on special occasions.
The kids bust out with my smaller than average half-o from Peaches.
Selling me $10 worth of shake for forty bucks is uncool, but that's what I get for buying coonsmoke.
I'll have to call D, an iffy situation since her 9yr old stepson was caught at school with the good stuff.

I tell Jason about my radio problems and he suggests disconnecting the battery to reset the radio.
Something that wouldn’t have occurred to me, I would've kept working on the radio itself.
Two minds are better than one, we try his solution on our way to Chipotle and it works.
We drink Black Swan Sirah with dinner, feeling the velvet of a warm body high after two glasses.
We add smoke to our mix before playing MK under the influence of Amaretto/sours.

The chemicals make the time go fast and it's quickly time for the club.
We head out at 10:30, I'm hoping for a night like last week.
The bar is full but the dance floor is not and my cougar is nowhere to be found.
Damn, I was hoping she'd pop out of a cake for me.

By 11, the bar is nearly empty and there are more people outside than inside.
Although the music is decent it's a slow night, anyone worth taking is already taken, no women=no fun.
We take off at 1am, wishing it had been a better night, but don't I always?

After last year's bday debacle, I was keeping low expectations and high hopes but still disappointed.
Although I appreciate the gifts I got, I still didn't get what I truly wanted, women.

Another day, another week, another year in the calendar of my life.
Birthdays are a measurement of the decay of time.
When we celebrate being tossed out of the womb and into the void.

♫ of the day: The Koreans "Keep Me in Your Mind"

"Cos I don't mind if our day ends here. There's no use wishing to have you near.
I don't want to let it fade away. I just need a place in you to stay."