Snapshots from Green Victoria (tedwords) wrote,
Snapshots from Green Victoria

My Big Fat...Yummy Birthday (Part Two)

Great Hera! Our regularly scheduled episode of "My Big Fat Crummy Birthday" has been pre-empted, in order to bring you appalling photos of our hero, Burrito Boy, tirelessly battling enchiladas and quesadillas in his never-ending quest to rid the world of more sour cream and guacamole than has ever been consumed by one man!

Seriously, I think, rather than focusing on the negative things that happened on my birthday last Tuesday, I think I'll talk about the good, the birthday celebration that Corb arranged at my favorite Mexican restaurant on Friday. Josie and the pussycats were there, along with Pauline and Buns, and Corb's mom and her boyfriend. I ordered my favorite meal--spinach quesadillas, thrown down with a pina colada. At dessert, they made me put on this stupid hat and served me fried ice cream.

Oh, and I received some great gifts, too!

Warning: No one else on this earth could possibly find any of these gifts even remotely interesting...YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Corb handed me my favorite on Tuesday night--the complete films of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. I can't get enough of them, and I can't wait for this Friday, when Corb has to spend the week-end at his hotel, as week-end manager. We've got a suite reserved, and we're going to watch movies in bed and eat lots of popcorn.

He also picked out my second favorite gift, for his mother to give to me: twenty issues of the silver age Wonder Woman. DC comic geeks recognize this as the period where writer Robert Kanigher began defiling the wonderful quirky character that Charles Moulton Marston created, but I just like to think of it as cheesy good fun. I've been reading it since Saturday, and none of it makes any sense whatsoever. It's GREAT!

Oh, and my friend Pauline gave me my third favorite gift: Ronald Brownstein's The Second Civil War, How extreme partisanship has paralyzed Washington and polarized America. I'm not sure why she got me it, since I'm such a big fan of extreme partisanship, myself.

Saturday, my friend Buns celebrated her birthday, with a game party at her place. I'm always up for a good game, particularly if I'm allowed the opportunity to say slightly off-color things. It sort of appeals to my inner Match Game.

And Sunday, we just relaxed at the homestead, after Theo was sprung from jail.

What's that? Oh, okay, my 11-year-old son wasn't REALLY in jail. But Josie did call me in the morning, to tell me that she received a call from the police chief, asking her to bring him in for questioning. Seems that a friend of his had discovered a discarded bullet shell at their school, and showed it to Theo. The police wanted to get to the bottom of what had happened.

Theo was scared, but handled it bravely, and everything turned out just fine. However, it didn't stop us from teasing him mercilessly the rest of the day. Things like, "Don't drop the soap" whenever he heads for the bathroom, or "Hey buddy, you REALLY look like you need a 'get out of jail free card,' when we played Monopoly. Ah, it's heavenly, to have something to hang over your kid's head.

And that, my friends, was my big fat...yummy...birthday.
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