As you may or may not know, this past Sunday was my birthday. (In certain parts of the rural, ‘scary’ south, it is referred to as the ‘bird dog.’ As are your thirteen-or-so mutts you have painstakingly trained to retrieve various Georgia-native avifauna that you just shot.) I didn’t do much. Last year having been my twenty-first, I got most of my partying out of my system then. But that’s not to say that this gal would be turning twenty-two without a little fun involved.
Friday was the actual party. Pretty normal as parties go, with the usual attendants you see at just about every house function where there is a keg involved.
There was the usual group of guys that find their way into every party: a little too full of themselves, and sincerely believe that there is a specific, ceremonial art to tapping a keg of Bud Light. They are the ones who will also end up sparring shirtless with each other by the end of the evening, (they will do so in a convenient place…like in front of everyone else) and, if drunk enough, may challenge the one another to a cigarette-arm-burning match to prove who is more of an idiot, or who’s penis is larger — or something like that.
Saturday was working day, and mostly uneventful. Sunday, however, proved to be a great birthday. My family had prepared a party for me at The Colonnade.
I certainly did get my fill of collard greens, and it was WONDERFUL. If you’ve never been to this little slice of Atlanta life, you should go. Even if you hate eating around old people, (there are quite a few there, and quite often) go just for the greens.
Overall, it was a good start to twenty-two. That being said, I hope everyone has a great Thursday, and hey…let me know what you think about that new Heineken Draught Keg commercial. That shit is LAME! Couldn’t they have come up with a better strategy than ‘dumb green robot bitch dances the robot while simultaneously opening up her stomach to reveal the draught keg?’ If only there was a way to emote how hard I am shaking my head.