A birthday with Dennis Rodman, great gifts and great memories Howdy folks. I bring you great news: In this week’s edition of brain vomit, I promise not to dwell on the negative.
I am going to try my darndest to stay positive and upbeat. Let’s see how that goes. A few weeks ago I celebrated my birthday.
I started with the frame of mind that 51 was not a huge milestone, so I wasn’t going to make a big deal about it. Then the truth set in, and who knows how many birthdays I have left?
So I thought, fuck it! Let’s party. I ended up having an amazing week … or two. I have the best friends that made what I thought was a small birthday into an extremely great time — mostly by just showing up.