(I persuaded the Make-A-Wish foundation to arrange for Marilyn Manson to serenade me for my birthday. She just left and she looks nothing like the picture. An extraordinary let down.)On Saturday night I met a buddy of mine for a drink at the local pub. In the course of our discussion, focused on how to end global poverty, I made mention of the fact that we always get stuck with the same old waitress.
He asked if I hadn't noticed that the high concentration of hot waitresses and hot patrons were located in the front at the bar, by the main entrance. And that we sat in this section because I always ask for it.
"But there is a draft by the main entrance," I said.
And this was all before 12:01 A.M. this morning when I advanced another year. Which strongly suggests that by the end of this week I will be unable to go womanizing without wearing a shawl.
But that's O.K. the best writers don't achieve greatness when they are young and strong, but when they are old and frail and even the thickest shawls won't protect them from the gentlest breezes.
366 days until greatness.
Thought for the Day
Old age is the most unexpected of all the things that can happen to a man.
James Thurber
See Also:
Justin's Birthday 2006.
Concept of Irony's Birthday 2006.
