Last week was my birthday (yay!) and all of you gave me a wonderful present (how incredibly thoughtful of you): cruising past the 200 subs mark (incredible!).
Wow. Your parents sound amazing! And the memories of those b'day parties, fun times! We were more of a working class family, so giant snakes and slot cars were not going to happen. I did get one present I still remember: It was called Jimmy Jet (Television ad featuring young boy deliriously happy, as a voiceover said, "You can FLY, FLY FLY! with Jimmy Jet!") and it was a battery operated kind of dashboard and little plastic jet plane type steering mechanism with a display screen that showed an extremely rudimentary flight path - I mean, this is way before cgi, so it was more of a rolling, repetitive scroll, and there were sound effects of a jet "whoosh" sound, and I think you could hit buttons on the right and left of the wheel to fire little plastic missiles that went about four feet. Totally cold war military industrial complex stuff and I loved it. Other than that, the only other birthday memory from childhood was of being awakened by my mom and dad one birthday morning at about five a.m. (they had just come home from closing the restaurant after a Saturday Night/Sunday morning) because it was snowing lightly. And my birthday is May 8th. Yay, Wisconsin! They said I'd remember it the rest of my life. And they were right. The best birthdays I've had are adult ones. A fantastic 30th birthday party in New York where my best friend and I (our birthdays are ten days apart) dressed up as old men for a drunken extravaganza during which our significant others - who we both ended up marrying - presented us with an obscene birthday cake, a great birthday with my wife and son at the best steak house in Toronto with a bottle of Shiraz from Australia that the three of us fell in love with, and a birthday that fell on the same day as a double header at my son's school in which he pitched one game and caught the other. I think they won both, but I know he won the game ball in one game, because he gave it to me and I still have it.
You have had some STELLAR birthday parties my friend. My favorite was my 30th: my dear fiancé and I ran off to a small beach town in Mexico. My phone was off, and there were almost no one else around. It was incredible. I highly recommend you copy it next year. (My fiancé is probably available.)
My parents once had me dress up in full cowboy attire for my party in our backyard. Shortly after the party started, a man shows up with a pony in tow. He puts me on the pony for a photo op. Then he leaves! No pony ride! What the hell!
Hey there Connor—a little lazy there, Dude. Your parents weren’t too creative in allowing you all to demonstrate yet again how imitation is the highest form of flattery. On the other hand, nothing like a hot car! Still, bet you never gave a game ball to your Dad!!!! Strategery, my man—strategery,
It was one of my birthdays between 3-5, but I fondly remember bursting into tears when one of my friends grabbed some frosting off the cake for a quick taste BEFORE the singing. The audacity!
Wow. Your parents sound amazing! And the memories of those b'day parties, fun times! We were more of a working class family, so giant snakes and slot cars were not going to happen. I did get one present I still remember: It was called Jimmy Jet (Television ad featuring young boy deliriously happy, as a voiceover said, "You can FLY, FLY FLY! with Jimmy Jet!") and it was a battery operated kind of dashboard and little plastic jet plane type steering mechanism with a display screen that showed an extremely rudimentary flight path - I mean, this is way before cgi, so it was more of a rolling, repetitive scroll, and there were sound effects of a jet "whoosh" sound, and I think you could hit buttons on the right and left of the wheel to fire little plastic missiles that went about four feet. Totally cold war military industrial complex stuff and I loved it. Other than that, the only other birthday memory from childhood was of being awakened by my mom and dad one birthday morning at about five a.m. (they had just come home from closing the restaurant after a Saturday Night/Sunday morning) because it was snowing lightly. And my birthday is May 8th. Yay, Wisconsin! They said I'd remember it the rest of my life. And they were right. The best birthdays I've had are adult ones. A fantastic 30th birthday party in New York where my best friend and I (our birthdays are ten days apart) dressed up as old men for a drunken extravaganza during which our significant others - who we both ended up marrying - presented us with an obscene birthday cake, a great birthday with my wife and son at the best steak house in Toronto with a bottle of Shiraz from Australia that the three of us fell in love with, and a birthday that fell on the same day as a double header at my son's school in which he pitched one game and caught the other. I think they won both, but I know he won the game ball in one game, because he gave it to me and I still have it.
You have had some STELLAR birthday parties my friend. My favorite was my 30th: my dear fiancé and I ran off to a small beach town in Mexico. My phone was off, and there were almost no one else around. It was incredible. I highly recommend you copy it next year. (My fiancé is probably available.)
shut up and tell me if i won the raffle or not!
lol you lost. I announced the winning charity on every social media platform that I post these on
Hahahahaha “and throw up in the street or whatever”
HAHA relatable. Definitely brought on some aggressive flashbacks
My parents once had me dress up in full cowboy attire for my party in our backyard. Shortly after the party started, a man shows up with a pony in tow. He puts me on the pony for a photo op. Then he leaves! No pony ride! What the hell!
That is absolutely tragic! I’ll take you for a pony ride next time I see you.
Hey there Connor—a little lazy there, Dude. Your parents weren’t too creative in allowing you all to demonstrate yet again how imitation is the highest form of flattery. On the other hand, nothing like a hot car! Still, bet you never gave a game ball to your Dad!!!! Strategery, my man—strategery,
It was one of my birthdays between 3-5, but I fondly remember bursting into tears when one of my friends grabbed some frosting off the cake for a quick taste BEFORE the singing. The audacity!