My B-Day

Compared to how my birthdays often turn out, this years was quite good. It started as most do @12AM. At this time when it first became my birthday I was in San Fran watching a comedy show near china town. Parking sucked. I spent $4 to park in a parking garage just to find out that my car would be locked in there over night if I left it there. That would have made for a bad start of a B-day so I spent awhile driving around till I found a space. This frustration doesn’t count as part of my birthday however because it happened during the day before. Well it became 12 while comedian Zach Galifianakis (or however you spell it) was on stage. He has been on Comedy Central Presents, had his own show on VH1, has been in movies, plays fat Jesus in stuff, and is the odd morgue guy in the show True Calling which I don’t watch. We were sitting in the very front of a club that holds about 80 people. Most of his material I had already seen before, but it was still funny. The show ends and we walk to the car, look at the homeless guy sleeping on a box, watch a garbage truck wake him up, and then I drive home. I get there around 2AM so of course I watch some TV and check and see if anyone in computer world acknowledges my B-day with an email. Nothing. Then I eventually go to sleep.
I wake up and the world is still in existence around me. I take a shower, watch TV, look at the news paper, and pet a cat. All normal morning stuff. Eventually I call Andrew and ask if he wants to go with me to my parents for a late lunch of burgers and ice cream cake. He agrees so I go pick him up where I am pleasantly surprised with a gift. He gave me Scrubs first season on DVD which I was hoping for and in all honesty somewhat optimistically expecting. His car had been egged so we looked at that, and I found a little figure of a black cat next to it which now sits in my car. We then drove to my parent’s house while I attempted to figure out if there was any way the timing for the rest of the day would work out. We would get there around 3, I knew my dad was at a bowling thing so I figured something would come up and he would be late. We kind of scheduled around that and the fact that Andrew and I were suppose to be at a friends place by 6. One of my sisters was also suppose to be there, but I didn’t know when she would make it. We got there and started watching the Scrubs DVDs while my mom went to the store. My sister showed up about an hour later and then my dad about an hour after that. We were all somewhat involved in the killing of a rather large black widow on the grill in the backyard followed by the preparation of our food and eating. I got phone calls on my parents phone from my sister’s S/O and my other sister who was at work. I was happy to hear from both of them. I still find it odd that they called there and not my cell, but whatever. I then got gifts of a scary star wars PEZ dispenser and Raspberry Rum from my sister, and money towards bowling equipment which is sorely needed from my parents, along with nice cards from each. Andrew and I then, quite late but not too worried, left for our friend’s house to play poker. On the way there I stopped and got gas and a free car wash from the only place I have found around here that still does that. During the course of getting gas I walk over toward the road and picked up a yellow McD ball pit ball that was sitting in the road and now sits next to the black cat in the car. Though extremely late we successfully made it too poker night where we ate pizza and I had some birthday pie. I won the most money for the third time in a row which was nice, and when leaving I was allowed to borrow a video game. The 24 hours of my birthday was over. I drove Andrew home and drove back to my apartment where I watched some TV, played the video game for awhile, checked and saw that my email inbox was empty, and eventually called it a night.
With everything considered the day was beyond my very low expectations. Some people remembered, (some because they were told about it) people were civil to me, and in the end I have a few more things than I did the day before.
Some bad things happened later, but once again, that wasn’t on my birthday so it doesn’t count.