The only difference between a normal marriage and a separated one is... when you end up drinking all evening and coming home sorta hungry and with the head spins and making an omelette with ham, onions, mushrooms and cheese at 12:30 am while listening to Sinatra and Ella... you do it alone.
But this goddamn omelette is delicious.
This is my friend Greg "Birdman" Wilson, (left) who turned 41 tonight. I took him to a Cardinals game, which we won 11-3. We exhibited our massive knowledge of the game of baseball by drinking.
There is most definitely something special about a night at the ball park, with the lights, the game and the suspense. And the Bud Light guy who came around regularly to make sure we were properly nourished. It was 93 degrees at game-time. Drinking was a dehydration-prevention safety procedure at that point.
I won't lie to you, we got fairly trashed. Afterward, we went to what could only be described as "college girl night" at Harpo's in Chesterfield. It made me feel old.
Happy birthday Birdman. I'm tipping up a steaming mug of coffee to you tonight, while I enjoy this drunken omelette and Sinatra music.
I'm on holiday for a few days. I am not leaving town, so I will most likely continue blogging during my time off. Sorry, no break for you!