Nov 10, 2009

Ongka's Big Moka

After having celebrated my Mom's birthday the previous weekend, I came to realize a couple of things about the yearly celebration of your unexpectedly continued existence:

1) It is the unwritten rule of birthday tradition that no one is allowed to sing the Happy Birthday Song well. If you are going to sing, you will do so BADLY and with minimal begrudging enthusiasm.

2) Once you get some disposable income it becomes impossible purchase a meaningful gift for you. If you wanted something a month ago, you probably already have it unless you've got willpower and lifestyle of an ascetic monk.

3) Your birthday is a chance for you to hang out with friends and enjoy your small heap of presents...up until the time you turn 18. At which point it immediately becomes an excuse for your friends compete to see who can give you alcohol poisoning first.

Thank god for Pepcid AC.

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