Lunch with my old man

Lunch with my old man

Here, Dad changes my ring tone to something suitably masculine and hard core. So. Who is this "Boy George" person?

Hey Dad, if you're reading this...

Happy birthday. Post something to honor the occasion.


PHOTO: My old man, circa 1974, when he was an accountant for a major food services corporation. For some reason, they required their employees to pose for company calendars, although I'm sure it was totally legit.

Praise be to the old man--for my 28th birthday, I got a new decorative bookshelf. Enough to put my snotty "this-is-what-I'm-reading-what-about-you-you-ignorant-wretch" attitude out for everyone to see. But the best thing is, amongst the screws, divots and felt buffers, the package came with its own bottle of glue for me to sniff. Coolness.

Also picked up the White Stripes' Elephant and some dumb Mortal Kombat game for the PS. Used to play that game while sniffing glue (or some semblance of) way back when. Brought back fond memories.

Time for a bottle of wine. Never mind what O'Reilly says--Vive la France!