I still think that at least once a year, a guy should wake up in the morning wondering where the hell his pants are.
Yeah…we’re guys, and goddamnit we need to blow out the gaskets once in awhile. So long as the pants don’t wind up on someone named Thumper, and the credit card isn’t filled with charges from Captain Creams, let us have our fun.
This has been a public service announcement.
Joe, I’m marrying Melissa because (among other things) she already knows what you just said.
Why she’s marrying me is still a bit of a mystery.
Well have fun tonight, and may your pants wind up somewhere in Wyoming.
Best Wishes, VP — have a great birthday, and welcome to the TRUE mid-30s.
Have a great Birthday. 33 has been a fun year for me so far. Hope the same for you.
Have a very happy birthday!
You “got out” just one day before me. Happy Birthday. BTW can I suggest something better than vodka? Even though it will not make a martini — chilled Johnny Walker rules.
Reality is overrated.
Although I must admit, if your party starts at your future mother-in-law’s house and you are expecting to be able to still end up as you described, I think reality is treating you pretty well.
I’m getting married in July myself, and if my future MIL knew half of what my friends and I have done, we’d have to elope and get the hell outta Dodge for a while. And yes, the wife-to-be knows all about everything, and for some reason hasn’t run screaming.
Happy birthday, VP! May you enjoy all of it, and remember some of it!
33 ain’t so bad. Ask Farley. Or Belushi. Or Sandal Boy.
woohoo! somebody’s older than me!
have a great birthday stephen. none of this sobriety nonsense they talk about on the teevee.
(and if the lovely melissa knows your worst and didn’t run for the hills, keep her under lock and key. she’s a rare and fine one.)