December 4, 2005

Ruminations on the Fleetingness of Youth

The good die young. I have always suspected myself to be good, but longed to be bad. Now that I am officially old, I have irrefutable proof of my badness. Youth for badness is not such a shabby trade. Plus, now that I'm old, it will be easier to date younger men.

Thirty is not half bad so far... as you can see from the following party photos, I am taking my new status as an adult very seriously:

At my party, there was another Doomsday Birthday Cake of course.

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My cocktail themed birthday party was totally classy until after my third martini when I picked up a guitar and cigarette even though I don't play or smoke.

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My guests were ignoring me so I pulled out my signature move, the monkey dance.

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I then made an unsucessful, drunken attempt at Bach's "Toccata and Fugue in D Minor" on the organ.

It must have triggered some latent, tramatic memory in Dave, because he went mad and started killing the guests.

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THE END?

Posted by me at December 4, 2005 9:35 AM