Happy Birthday to Me...

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Apparently it is my birthday.

I was not aware of this until sometime into my 2nd margarita at a Mexican restaurant in Lakewood, a gaggle of restaurant employees came out singing in spanish with a flaming plate of flan.

My first thought was, "Oh great... someone's having a birthday... lovely..."

But then they came closer.

Closer.

Closer.

Why are they coming at me with a flaming plate of flan???

I look across the table and my friend's cracking up. Apparently when he excused himself to go to the restroom mid meal, he decided to fuck with me and talked to management.

I was laughing so hard it took me a while to catch my breath long enough to make a wish and blow out the candle.

Especially when the female half of the couple sitting next to us leaned over and touched my shoulder and said, "happy birthday dear..."

So my question is, am I 29 again or did I just turn 30?

At any rate, it doesn't matter. February 22nd is now my birthday fuckers, I'm an honorary pisces and I want drinks!

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