The sight of a Breakfast Club poster at the Taqueria led to a discussion over who be cast in the inevitable remake- we got as far as Micheal Cera as Anthony Michael Hall, the girl who played Juno as Ally Sheedy and Luke Perry as Judd Nelson. Then our tacos arrived and we were too busy stuffing our faces to determine who could fill the shoes of Emilio Estevez and Molly Ringwald.
Oh, and my cat has been rechristened "Burger Time."
I got sad for a moment though- Colleen and I share a birthday, and it's coming up fast. For the past few years, we've been celebrating it jointly. Maybe it's because I'm facing down 35 and that just seems like a milestone year, and where has my youth gone and what am I doing with my life and all that, but I haven't been able to muster much enthusiasm for it. I think a significant portion of my ambivalence can be attributed to the fact that this year Colleen won't be there to share it. Sad Sack-y? Yes. Stupid Birthdays.
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You don't stare down 35. You invite 35 over, cook it a nice meal and give it lotsa booze. then once 35 is nice and drunk you drive it to the middle of nowhere and leave it to wander forever. or, if you are into magazines in doctors offices, 35 is the new 25, so put off any life altering insights for another 10 years for when you are really 35.
That's a good idea, but I would be terrified that 35 was still wandering around someplace- like the Russian in the Pine Barrens episode of the Sopranos...
Haha! We only called the cat Burger Time about 300 (burger)times in your absence, and it never grows old.
I am trying not to think about birthday zone minus my birthday buddy.
aww.
Burger Time should meet my office cat, Captain French Fry.
If Colleen renames Gypsy "Milkshake" then we'd have a feline version of Aqua Teen Hunger Force!
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