Birthday-Eve

Well tomorrow is my birthday. Not too sure what I think about that right now. The Stanley Cup on Monday was a drunken mess, and I sort of made up my mind on Tuesday morning to lay off the booze for awhile. Now that was a rough day. So anyway that is my intention heading into this weekend. However, my track record for getting ugly on my birthday is almost 100%. It was eleven years ago today that LeeAnn and I met. GO FIGURE. Now that was a birthday party.

I was managing the Rev at the time, and Phil and I held a joint birthday party. We made up backstage passes and the whole bit. I had a special room that only birthday pass members could get into, with drink specials, and I think DJ Dragon. lol. Anyway there was this girl I had never met, wearing one of my birthday pass, so I stroll up and start to hit on her. And well she pretty much told me that she came with a friend and was not the "Rev" Type. We then started talking about what the "Rev" type was. I then asked her if she knew Phil or Nooman (the birthday boys). She said No, and told me that she came with Mike (Mike was a frat boy who came often for Retro Wedsnesdays). We continued to chat about this and that, until finally she gave in and had a drink with me. I think i told her my name was Fred, and that I was with friends as well, I then took off to find them. About an hour later I was formally introduced to her as the Clubs Manager and the birthday boy. I will never forget that mischevious look on her face when she realized I had been playing with her a little. But it was nice to gets someones honest opinions about things, without them trying to be someone they are not. Which I must add was Ironic because the only reason she was initially honest with me, was because she thought I was someone I was not. Go Figure.

Anyway that was it. Or so I thought, until two days later, at my birthday party volume 2, (the sidetrack cafe). When she strolls onto the dance floor, out of nowhere, long after I am intoxicated, and basically invites herself back to my house for my birthday volume 3. And that is how an eighteen year old girl from Saskatoon, turned me into a complete idiot.

There have been a few interesting birthdays since then. But that one still stands out as a BIG ONE. I guess when you stop counting the years, you can only count the memorable experiences, and memorable people. So I guess for my birthday this year I would like to meet someone new. And by new i dont just mean a new face. I mean someone who is new and interesting. Someone who is not like all the others. Someone you look at and say, "I dont understand that person", or "thats a different way of looking at the world", or the big one "I think that girl might actually have something to say, that I really want to hear." LOL.

Anyway, like Cory once said, "You cant have your cake and eat it to" well dammit its my birthday tomorrow and I wanna eat some cake