Thursday, September 05, 2002
Tomorrow night, the three Michaels -- me, the other Mike G., and Michael A. -- are going to celebrate, a post-birthday party for me, a pre-birthday party for the other Mike G. We begin at 5:30, sampling happy hour at some to-be-determined hotel bar downtown. Others will join us later.
This is all well and good but, with Melle Mel away, I have to figure out something to do this evening. There is laundry to be done. And a general cleaning of the apartment which has deteriorated somewhat (ok, a lot) in Mel's absence. At some point I absolutely have to watch that DVD of The Scent of Green Papayas that's been hanging around for a month and that sorely needs to be sent back to Netflix in exchange for the first disc of the third season of The Sopranos. None of these sounds like something to do on a birthday.
The truth is, I can think of no better way of celebrating my newly bestowed maturity than heading up to the Drift On Inn with a mittful of cash and gambling the evening away. Is this pathetic? Possibly. If I lose badly on my birthday, do I take that as an omen? And, if so, is it necessarily a negative omen?
This is all well and good but, with Melle Mel away, I have to figure out something to do this evening. There is laundry to be done. And a general cleaning of the apartment which has deteriorated somewhat (ok, a lot) in Mel's absence. At some point I absolutely have to watch that DVD of The Scent of Green Papayas that's been hanging around for a month and that sorely needs to be sent back to Netflix in exchange for the first disc of the third season of The Sopranos. None of these sounds like something to do on a birthday.
The truth is, I can think of no better way of celebrating my newly bestowed maturity than heading up to the Drift On Inn with a mittful of cash and gambling the evening away. Is this pathetic? Possibly. If I lose badly on my birthday, do I take that as an omen? And, if so, is it necessarily a negative omen?
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