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Last night at dinner the waitress IDed me when I ordered a drink, then wished me a Happy Birthday. Becca was surprised and wanted to know why I didn't tell her. I said it was because no birthdays after your 21st are that exciting.
It's true isn't it? Today I'm 25. The only thing that means is that I can officially rent a car in all 50 states. But that looses some of its appeal after already being allowed to drive an NYPD squad car. :shrugs: I mean driving a cop car isn't even that exciting, let alone renting a regular car.
Becca was gone when I woke up. She had to go home to Connecticut. Problem is, I have to go two hours further, to Providence. I better go if I want to be there by lunch. What a stupid holiday. Anyway I'm off on the road to Rhode Island (and no, that 'Family Guy' reference will never get old).
Really, I hate Mother's Day. The only reason I go home is because of Mary Beth. Other than that it's always a disaster. When I was a kid, my mom was usually passed out the whole time. Then there was the year she was in jail or rehab, I don't remember which. Even last year she managed to get in a drunken argument with me and put a plate through the kitchen window. Maybe this year it'll be different. :laughs: Yeah right, I stopped telling myself that years ago.
It's true isn't it? Today I'm 25. The only thing that means is that I can officially rent a car in all 50 states. But that looses some of its appeal after already being allowed to drive an NYPD squad car. :shrugs: I mean driving a cop car isn't even that exciting, let alone renting a regular car.
Becca was gone when I woke up. She had to go home to Connecticut. Problem is, I have to go two hours further, to Providence. I better go if I want to be there by lunch. What a stupid holiday. Anyway I'm off on the road to Rhode Island (and no, that 'Family Guy' reference will never get old).
Really, I hate Mother's Day. The only reason I go home is because of Mary Beth. Other than that it's always a disaster. When I was a kid, my mom was usually passed out the whole time. Then there was the year she was in jail or rehab, I don't remember which. Even last year she managed to get in a drunken argument with me and put a plate through the kitchen window. Maybe this year it'll be different. :laughs: Yeah right, I stopped telling myself that years ago.