Last night a poker game came together. Evan was the big winner of the night and I’m learning to respect his poker game as he caught me with the second best hand multiple times. At midnight my birthday struck and the remaining players did a celebratory shot of Grey Goose. I had already been drinking the Ranger IPA which I highly recommend and caught a nice buzz. The game finished up and I headed home.
My Uber there was only $5.65 so that would be the most economical / convenient way to head home but I chose the Indego Bike Service. I should note that my Uber rating is 4.4 and I had another incident to lower it. My GPS had me at 3rd and Spring Garden when I was actually at the 2nd and Spring Garden. Anyway, I spent the 4 dollars and drunk rode the bike home which is how accidents happen. Fortunately I survived.
Onward to today which does happen to be the day of my birth. I removed it from Facebook because I didn’t want any phony people telling me Happy Birthday. It means 0 to me to have strangers wish me well on Facebook. However, I did get a message from Dave Gildea which I’ll expand on. Here is his message to me:
I find a few points interesting about this message. First it’s written like a title which is odd. Was this done on purpose? Dave enjoys pointing out when I post this blog on Facebook that it looks like Click-bait. I’d be lying if I didn’t put thought into making a click inspiring title. Calling me his favorite Stortz is funny because he’s Sam’s friend and I’ve met him in person only a few times. I personally enjoy his humor when he posts on Sam’s blog under the moniker of Queef. With regards to him being my favorite of Sam’s friends, knowing I hardly know him, he’s up there. Anyone who takes the time to read and actually comment on my blog immediately vaults up the list. Alex and Gourlay are up there because Sam’s known them the since grade school.
Alex shares Solider of Fortune 2 which I pretty much have to make anyone my instant friend (seriously, when I can share with someone how good I was at strafe jumping the steps in HK1 as red or fire nading the entryway as blue, we’re friends). Gourlay seems aloof but his wit and bizarre nature make him likable. I’ll shout out to Mark too who comments haphazardly which I enjoy.
I’ve learned that people like when they get mentioned so I make sure to recognize my readers with my personal feelings on them. On to removing my birthday from Facebook. It’s not a big deal. I didn’t do anything to deserve recognition. You don’t earn a birthday. If I won the Nobel Peace Prize, you’re damn right I’d be blasting that to every media outlet I can think of. My birthday is just me making it through 32 years of life. It’s a perfectly good excuse for a night to get drunk as shit on but even for that I don’t need a reason. That’s why phony Happy Birthday’s mean virtually nothing. Plus the people who wish you Happy Birthday without it being on Facebook are people who know you. I’ll add that I hardly know anyone’s birthday so I don’t take it as a personal insult if you don’t know mine.