Friday, September 17, 2010
Anyway, we sent out a bunch of invites on Facebook so if you didn't get one, no one likes you. Nah, that's not true. It's more like everyone hates you. But in case you need the details again, it's Saturday 9/25 at the Bier Stube on campus (9th and High). For some odd reason, the Eastern Michigan/Ohio State game is at 3:30 which should delay the sloppiness. And that's nice since both of our parents will be in attendance. I assume that everything will be taken up a notch some time around 6.
So there is your warning. You've got less than a week to buy me a gift. Since it's a milestone birthday, I expect something nice. And let's be honest, I've helped you get through your shitty days for 4+ years now. The only things that I've told people to buy me are nice bottles of whisky and vodka. No rum though. Rum is for gay men. And no tequila/Jagermeister either. I'm saying goodbye to my 20's after all. Nothing worse than Grey Goose or Maker's Mark. I want the good shit. For my wedding, Mr. and Mrs. Wig Master got us a big bottle of Belvedere...best gift ever. A red bow on the bottle would be a class act.
Who am I kidding? The only thing that I'm going to get are a few lukewarm bottles of Bud Light and horrible conversations about Ohio State football. It's going to suck. I already hate being 30. A few notes before we go:
*Really? Derek Jeter is all of a sudden a cheater? I don't get the backlash of him faking getting hit by a pitch. So what? He should be commended for his awareness of the situation. When an umpire tells you to go to first, why would you tell him differently? It's just like when a pitch grazes a guy's jersey. Technically, it didn't hit you at all but what kind of an idiot tells the truth in that situation? No, you milk that shit. People have been applauding Jeter for his intangibles for years, well, this is what they have been talking about.
Eh, I'm out of here. Only working a half day today. You get half of my ass in return. Have a good weekend.