Tomorrow is the day that Fifty becomes the New Thirty. Yes, it's my birthday and using my Slim Pickens voice from Blazing Saddles "I am Depressed", although not for the same reasons...well, you're only as old as you feel, I guess.
Enough about me. I got an awesome birthday present a day early. SK Bubba, formerly known as R. Neal is guest-blogging over here. Hey, Bubba, for my birthday would you consider making it permanent?
Anyhow, we'll be having wild celebrations around the Fish Pond, there will be much drinking of San Miguel, vomiting on my shoes and annoying the girls in the local bar. Oh, wait, that's what I did for my 30th in Olongapo City, PI. Well, if it's the new 30, then perhaps I can get away with it one more time. Or not.
What I really want is for the 1600 Crew to come clean, for the Democrats to deserve to win in 2006 on the merits of their politics, not because of GOP fatigue, and for the winning powerball lottery ticket so I can buy a old Huey and spend every weekend flying off to go fly fishing in the mountains out west.
Since the chances of 2/3rds of that happening are about the same as James Dobson becoming a practicing athiest by midnight tomorrow, I'll just count my good fortune which includes my family and all the friends I have made out here in blogtopia (y!sctp!). Thanks guys, here's to victory next year!
posted by Jo Fish on 08.29.05 at 06:18 PM
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Happy Birthday Old Dude!
You woke up this AM. You have your family and your friends. What more do you want?
PS Keep trying and you might catch up to this Old Phart
Hey, Jo. Thanks for the welcome back! (Although it's only temporary).
And a big ol; Happy Birthday to you! Having just celebrated the Big Five O last December, I can relate. We are like fine wines that just get better as we get older. Except wine doesn't have hair that falls out or knees and hips that go out on us. Ok, bad analogy....
Anyway, that part about vomiting on your shoes brought a tear to my eye. You are a man after my own heart.
Sheeeeeeeeit... you only got a couple years and a month or 2 on me. Add some rheumatoid arthritis in the mix with that, and tell me how ya feel there, buckshot...
Happy Birthday, Jo. Hope ya have many more.
posted by: Barndog on 08.29.05 at 09:34 PM [permalink]
Happy Birthday! You are a veritable spring chicken.
Funny...that thing with the 1600 Crew is what I am wishing for my bday, too! ;-)
Happy Birthday, Jo! I turned 20 in Olongapo. Remember the 'river' you had to cross to get from the Subic Naval Station to Olongapo? Still haven't smelled anything like that since . . .
posted by: smaug on 08.30.05 at 09:16 AM [permalink]
Smaug - turning 20 in the 'Po had to have been a trip. I'm guessing that you weren't standing the duty that night? Or at the Christan Science Reading Room on Magsaysay? :)
Heading out into town...getting pesos at the gate, walking over the bridge and seeing those girls standing in the bonca boats in the long white gowns collecting money tossed over the side...the smells of "monkey-meat" on a stick, the guys yelling "balut balut"...the music from Rock Trax hitting you with physical force as you stepped off the bridge...
I remember it all too well. Ah, my misspent youth! :)
OH, OT, My son finally goes in 12sep (he stays the night at a hotel and leaves the next morning - What the Hell!! I don't get to see him off at the airport?!)
Happy B-day on you! Let's get that surprise party for The 1600 Crew organised--they deserve their booby prize. And then where they're going to be contemplating the years, the presents have to be screened and they will have to give a lot of presents, too, like trading cigarettes for something they want--or don't want. Well, even if they're just embarassed and disgraced, and only their love-fool loyalists hang out with them...
posted by: Nina on 08.30.05 at 02:38 PM [permalink]
How in Hell did I miss this post? I would have if I didn't see the link at Skippy's. Happy birthday, ya old squid. Mazeltov and many more.
