Today, It is my official birthday.  I am sore, exhausted, and hungry.  Suprisingly, I’m not hungover.

I have been celebrating since Thursday night.

A play by play:

Thursday:
Went to a professional mixer in Palo Alto.  Didn’t eat dinner.
I had:
1 Amstel Light
1 Vodka Cran
1 Glenlivet

Met up with Jimmy then went to the old Studio 8 for drinks…8 drinks later, got home and fell asleep.
I had:
1 Vodka Cran
1 Purple Hooter
1 Remy Martin Shot
2 Grey Goose Chilled
1 Pineapple Kamikaze
2 Shots of unknown liquor(s)

Friday:
Went to my birthday thing at Whisper.
I had:
19 shots of Grey Goose in varying forms
i.e. Goose Cran, Goose Tonic, Goose Chilled

p.s. Thank you all who came.

Saturday:
Sat around being lazy and watching movies all day.
Went to Stephen’s birthday at CPK and Myst (old Ibiza).
10-12 shots of Goose (some were doubles, hence the range).  *damn you Joe!!*
Crab Ceviche, Tacos, and Eggs afterhours…mmmm
Got home at 5:30AM.

Sunday:
Woke up at 11am for the Giants game.
Afterwards went Paintballing and In-n-out burgers…and now I’m in PAIN!

Summary:
I have survived another birthday.

I have killed a few million brain cells, weakened my liver from consuming 40-42 shots this weekend, bruises from flying paint, and an ulcer from an obscene amount of ballpark garlic fries and spicy ceviche. 

Please, for the love of god, no more Grey Goose or Vodka for a while.

Not looking forward to next year.

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