BOMBS AWAY AND SHIRTS TUCKED IN

My 28th birthday celebration officially came to a close last weekend, and even though I wasn't excited to get one year closer to being a pruney old idiot who will claim that Jerry Seinfeld was once Earth's greatest entertainer, I had a lot of fun and have accepted my new age with an open mind. Open mind? More like open mouth with which to pour open beers and open face sandwiches then open the window to feel the cool spring breeze and have it fill my open eyes so I cry. <-------------------- SOLID prose.

I don't really eat open face sandwiches because they're more of a pizza than a sandwich, and because I don't eat anything that's misnamed. Same goes for Sweetbreads. "Hot Dogs" get a pass because they're named after a guy I think.

HIGHLIGHTS OF SOME NIGHTS

On my birthday day (Thursday day) me and the girl hit the Keg real hard for some crab and steak. I commented on how I feel bad for male servers sometimes because they act so happy at the job but then have to go home and tell their grandmas that they didn't get the part in the Gatorade ad and have to remain sweating it at Canada's most luxurious public steakhouse to which she replies, "you should've joined the banks or the postal service". On Friday we had a party at our house and it was a real fun time. I got a cake from Sarah "Rick" Hillier, a bottle of tequila from Andy "The Decision" Hull, some delightful cupcakes from Cara, with custom flags...


... a copy of Ladybugs, copies of the Hot Shots series and Terminator 1, and the Jersey Club presented me with a beautiful Quebec Nordiques Joe Sakic hockey shirt.

My pajamas for the next three nights, ready to go

The Jersey Club is a concept my friends and I came up with in high school where a group of men are assembled and then every birthday the club chips in and buys the birthday man a jersey. A cousin club, the "Necklace Club" has started with a group of girls we're associated with, and word has it that a BMW club is in the works, featuring Toronto's glitterati, quarterbacked by eTalk's Tanya Kim.

Thanks to Alicia for not only gracing the party with her presence but also for taking the pictures you've been viewing. Here's a brooding group shot:

On Saturday my fam-a-ree took me and my dad for a birthday dinner at local meat spot, "Cowbell" where we supped on flesh, constantly reminding each other how good everything was.

The world didn't really need to know what I did on my 28th birthday, but if I ever kill my wife, suffer amnesia and have to piece everything back together, this might just help.

THAT MID WEEK HEAT MAKES MY SPAGHETTI LOOSE

My friend Jon turned 27 on July 16th, but since he was in Montreal working, his birthday went by and there was no party, no cake, no favours, no gifts, no 'loons. So last night some of his friends organized a belated surprise party for him, the theme being Michael Jackson's funeral.

This post normally would've kicked into high gear right about now had I been there for the surprise, costumes and cake, but by the time I got there it was a standard roof party with cake remnants and a few grapes. Plus I forgot my camera so I can't even show you that stuff. Some older brother I am.

This isn't the roof party, but it's a roof party. A real good one by the looks of things.

That's bad for you, but it was still good for me because I got to see a bunch of a-okays, some of which I hadn't seen in all summer long. We had a long talk about John Cusack and the Coen brothers and then the coppers showed up because they were scared we were going to fall off the roof. No biggie. I play cops like Reginald Val Johnson. <-----sick verse.

Roof party international world wide, unity

Then we played with some chalk for awhile, Katie sat on a grape (makin' wine guy) and someone's bike got broken.

Roof party at TV's Christian Campbell's house, NYC. Not the one I'm talking about up there. Years ago.

Monday and Tuesday I was feeling pretty dumpy doo, so hopefully things will change with the coming of Wednesday, the most feminine of all the days. Monday is kind of like an old lady, Tuesday is a boring reliable guy, Thursday is a jock, Friday is a party animal, and Saturday is the coolest guy you know. Sunday is an old lady I think. Have I gone through this before? I hope that I did and that I explained it exactly the same. Otherwise I'll look like a turd.