I was honored that several strangers remembered me from a party appearance last fall. I arrived at that event in quite a condition. Flop and I were going through a stage where we liked to whoop, then shout, "Roll Tide!" I did it quite a lot that night, and many people I don't remember now think of me as the Roll Tide guy. Sad that I don't even like SEC teams.
Brian's longtime girlfriend HMQ2K5 made a cake, and since it was a weeknight I was on good behavior. Brian stayed classy given the occasion.
I have 67 days before I hit 30. It's a night that will probably end ugly.
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And a very happy birthday to her majesty's consort...
Why thanks for the post -- it was a very good night, and I was very glad not to spend any time on the floor this time around. But, at 30, you'd think I've grown out of it, wouldn't you?
And yea, lots of nicknames and we didn't even get to "Mahwah Dave" and "Jonnie G." We'll have to work on one for Vanessa...
Why thanks for the post -- it was a very good night, and I was very glad not to spend any time on the floor this time around. But, at 30, you'd think I've grown out of it, wouldn't you?
And yea, lots of nicknames and we didn't even get to "Mahwah Dave" and "Jonnie G." We'll have to work on one for Vanessa...
The fact that we all generally dress and behave like a combination of a fifteen-year-old and a fifty-year-old isn't a bad thing. Personally, I'm aiming for behavioral extremes on both ends (15 and 50) with the idea that my conduct averages the behavior of 32.5-year-old. That makes me mature for my age.
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