As many of you know I turned the big 3-0 last week. And along with that day came a very surprised Fredrick. Stacy threw me a surprise 30th at a bar in Chicago and even went so far as to plan for friends from out of state to attend. That’s me on the right, being very confused.
Just to prove how hard I got Punk’d, I’ve included an excerpt of an email from a friend whom I usually meet up with for drinks on Fridays. I had emailed her to see if we were on, as per usual, and this was her reply: “I have my girlfriend’s 30th bday party tonight, which I totally forgot about, so I don’t think I can go out Three Amigos-style.” Unbeknownst to me, I was the “girlfriend.” And although I was surprised by walking into a random bar and hearing, “Surprise!!” nothing could have prepared me for the encounter I had in the bathroom.
After the initial surprise, I headed straight to the bathroom since I had already been drinking for a few hours and as I was standing at the urinal, five guys busted into the bathroom and grabbed me from behind. My eyes about jumped out of my head as I turn around and see Nate, Ben, Eric, Jeremy, and Todd. All I could repeat, to the bathroom attendant was, “They don’t even live here!” to which he replied, “That’s your boys!”
To Nate, thanks for keeping me aimed at the urinal.
To Redgay, thanks for making the trek back to Chitown although I heard you had some “extra” fun.
To Deaver, thanks for outlasting Nate on Saturday.
To Ben, thanks for 4am Rock ‘n’ Roll McDonald’s.
To Eric, you are banned from Chicago but thanks for coming and providing lots of stories.
To Stacy, thanks for planning it all.
And to the rest who attended, thank you.