Fast forward 10 years later....picture in your mind a house in suburban San Diego; decent neighborhood; 2 story with a 3 car garage. (No pets...yet) Inside, a man is celebrating is 36th birthday. Surrounded by his wife, child, sister, nieces and nephew, and brothers with their respected spouses, as well as in-laws. In the dinning area conversation between my brother in lawa can be heard about how interesting my minianture village looks (don't ask, that in it self is another story).
Then I hear one whisper to the other....."This is so gay", fortunately, the person he whispered it to was me. Now, I admit that it is a little gay in sort of festive 50 years old man way, but damit, I was proud of the little village I built for my son. Nobody cared. Well, as if the night was not exciting enough, my wonderfull sister proceded to bring out the birthday cake with a picture of myself possing like a retard. Everybody got a big kick out it, and they laught and laught while I cried inside. Ok maybe I didn't cry inside, but I wanted to.Then as if that is not enough, my older brother decides that it was ok to invite a guy that nobody knows to demonstrate a new business he was getting into. So, for the next 2 hours or so, this guy tried to sell us VACUME!!! yes .....VACUME!!!! on my birthday.
Yes, I think that was definetly the lowest note in my Birthday history. But, I look at it this way, this year won't be too difficult to top for sure.
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