As of yesterday morning, at about 4:30 am arizona time, I have been in ex-vivo existence for 25 years.

Those of you who didn’t think I was gonna make it, you lost, pay up.

This years birthday was a little less grueling than last years, but we made a show of it nonetheless. We started out with some sushi at Karma, and then the crew rolled out to the infamous Starlite Lanes for a couple hours of hard-fought bowling action and pitchers of bud lite/miller lite/monkey piss.

Kyle came out on top with his 157 in the first game. I battled him out to the finish where he beat me by 4 in the second game with a 130.

It’s my party, and I’ll cry if I want to.

After that, we took the only obvious next step from there: The Museum Club. The rest of the night was a blur of cheap beers, $2 shots of something sweet and fairly disgusting, and a whole lot of ridiculous dancing to such killer country hits like “She Thinks My Tractor’s Sexy”, “Chatahoochie”, and “Watermelon Crawl”.

It was a good night, oh yes, it was a good night.

Now it’s time to take some advil and face the day. Peace out.