Okay, so let's start with the ACTUAL day, which was Thursday. That's pretty simple: I went to dialysis. Of course, I wasn't happy about it, but it was better than the last birthday. Last year, I celebrated my birthday in surgery. So really, anything makes up for last years suckage. Still, I wound up sore and tired and had planned to stay at home on the couch and just play for the pain to go away, when my friend Tina called and invtied me to a Savannah Sand Gnats baseball game. I had to go for two reason, she said. One, that I needed to get out of the house for my birthday and two, because it was Superhero Day at the stadium. Well, since I was wearing my Superman t-shirt, I figured why not. The game was fun to watch and the Sand Gnats lost, but it was still good to just get away for a few hours. I just wish I had left all the pain I was feeling at home instead of bringing with me to the ball game. Sorry for that, Tina.
I did try to make up for Thursday by going out the next night and that was pretty cool. After getting off from work early, Tina treated me to see "Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer". Despite my review, the movie was pretty cool and much better than first film, so I recommend it for the family. Afterwards, I went home, changed clothes and went downtown. There, I would meet up with my pal Damien from Z-102 while he was broadcasting live from Savannah Downunder. I had an okay time, but I was there till 2:30 in the morning. I was up past my bedtime, but I wanted to thy to enjoy my night out. Plus there was a wet t-shrt contest going on. Truthfully, I think I've really grown past wet t-shirt contests as I've gotten older as I I just didn't enjoy it. The floor was too crowded for me to see, it was loud and I was getting wet from just the spray of the water. It was lousy. I have an idea for guys over forty: How about a Put-it-on Contest? She starts out in a bikini and puts on clothes from there? Whomever comes out not looking like a slut wins. I should patent that.
Anyway, I got home around 3:30 ( I had to stop into my old stomping grounds The Mercury Lounge and see the old gang) and it hit me that I not old. Not by any means. I'm just out and out tired. I don't have game becasue I haven't been the other Sam Johnson in a long time. However, the other Sam drank a lot, he was loud and he was partying until twelve noon the next day and that was less than four years ago. I'm liking the new Sam Johnson more and more now.
Now please excuse me while I sit on the front porch and chase kids offa my lawn.
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