My first beers in my 67th 68th year went down smooth and easy. Yep, I said beer. That was my gift to me. I’ll go back to soda and gin tonight.
My original plan was to start out with dinner at John’s, which is on the far side of town. But the girls at Snackbar were impatient for my arrival, so I started there. And after my beers and cake, I wasn’t hungry anymore. I’ll do John’s tonight instead. I have to be on that side of town anyway for my Sunday bargirl feed at Hideaway.
After leaving the Snatchbar, I walked up the highway and popped into Cheap Charlies for a visit. The girls all wished me a Happy Birthday, and I bestowed gifts in the form of lady drinks.
Next, I dashed across the highway and paid a visit to Wet Spot. Owner Daddy Dave bought me a drink for the b-day, and we shared a nice chat. He also gave me some pain reliever advice, although my toothache appears to be in remission.
Came home to a Facebook inbox full of messages wishing me a happy birthday from friends all over the world. One that made me feel especially good was from my high school sweetheart Karen:
to this Handsome man!!He has an AMAZING heart and is one of my dearest friends. We have known each other it seems forever. We have seen each other at our worst and at our best!
Happy Birthday John!
Ain’t she sweet?
I guess I’m not as alone in this life as I sometimes feel. A shout out to my readers and commenters as well. Let’s keep this thing going as long as we can!
Karen sounds a lot nicer than Carol.
My first beers in my 67th year
Technically, your 68th year. You’re now 67, yes, but you had it right when you said earlier that you had completed your 67th trip around the sun. That’s what “67” means: you’ve been around 67 times, and now, you’re starting your 68th trip.
All that said, that’s a beautiful cake!
Many happy returns.
Damn, 68 sounds so old!
Couple good looking girls in the snack-bar group.
Yes, there are. And they aren’t jaded or mercenary (yet), still sweet like the girl next door.