It's a celebration!

I'm thinking of Dave Chappelle's "Rick James" skit, as I type this out...
  Spent last night with some friends, watching the Clayton Digsby skit as well as Rick James.... man did we howl, cheeks hurtin and everything!  

  Sometimes a good laugh is the only real medicine.  Of course, some nice and sunny weather doesn't hurt either!  
  The irony is that I am sitting in my rocking chair, typing this out, not enjoying this fantastic weather at all....although my door to the balcony is open and the sun is warming the room nicely... It counts for something.
  Was planning on going to the park and reading, but I think I will save that for tomorrow. Just the thought of sitting on a bench with a cool breeze on my face, and a solid book to read... its all I need. 
  Speaking of which, I started book two of the Asia series by James Clavell!  The guy is a really good author, its unfortunate that he has passed.... I will enjoy what he has put out there though, if Shogun was any indication...

  It's my birthday weekend now and so far, no real plans.  Anyone have any thoughts? Ideas, something worth sharing?  I think I will be on my own for this one...

  Heh, I sent my sister a text the other day to ask if our dinner at Mongos for my birthday was still on, not realizing that she has a new phone number since she switched contracts...
  so I get a response text.... and I will write it verbatim.

"Its not my birthday so why would I have a birthday dinner? Actually you have the wrong cell phone number."

 I get this text and all I can think of is "why in Gods green earth would anyone write so much just to say I have the wrong number?"
  Im still not sure if they were trying to be funny, snotty, bitchy, or what... but when I get good and drunk and my slobbery wit kicks in... I will be sure to send out a good and saucy rejoinder hahahaha...
  ...It was funnier in my head.

So far tonight, I think I will sit at home and play vids. 
Boxer shorts? Check
Rocking Chair? Check
Uber dorky vids? Check
Glasses with crack in lens? Doubly Check
Greasy matted hair? Checkity check!

  Alls I need now is some snacks, but I may hold off on a trip to the store....
I would have to put on clothes for that wouldnt I?

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