Another Happy Birthday—sort of

The most important holiday to a Satanist is his/her birthday. It represents the ultimate egotism. I’m not a Satanist but I did celebrate my birthday and it went well, despite the lack of a wild party.

So my wife and I went out to Bella Luna for dinner. 

I ate sea food, had Turkish coffee 

and we had a glass of wine for desert.

I spent all day drinking my favorite tea, an exotic specialty I get for special occasions. I went to work, but had an easy pud good day.

I didn’t have a lot of friends join my dinner. No one sent me any strippers.

 I resisted buying a whole fifth of 99 Bananas liquor.

This--not  the one above.

 I also had no Ritalin (រីទអលិន). 

But I had a good time anyway.

I’m a year older and a year closer to the grave….Oh well!