They Got The Wrong Guy!!!

I have mentioned before that I have an unusual family. We have odd rituals and games we play. I've mentioned our throat chop assassin game, where we go to great lengths to pretend to chop each other in the neck for amusement. But as fun as that is, nothing comes close to the fun we have at restaurants. We have a tendency to pull knives on each other. We play like spoons, where the last person to pick up pays. I've often remarked that it isn't a meal until someone gets a knife pulled on them. Spill a drink and you will get saluted. But by far, our favorite game is the birthday game. Where you randomly pick someone to have a birthday.

Showbiz, PK and I went to Chevys on Sunday to enjoy an afternoon out. PK was running late, so Biz and I got there early. While she and I were sitting there, my dad called asking where we were. So my sister and my dad had a conversation, and I sat there destroying the chips and salsa. I hear, "No dad we don't know anyone here anymore." and the she hung up. Then PK joined us and we ate our meal.

As we were finishing up, out of the corner of my eye I see a birthday sombrero come flying out of nowhere and land on PK's head. And as the servers sing happy birthday, Showbiz and I sit there bewildered, each of us going, "Did you set this up? Because I didn't..." after the singing concluded, the hostess says, "Your dad called, and told us it was your birthday!" Which would be all good, except my dad lives in hawaii.

Hilarity ensues as in between fits of laughter, Showbiz and I proceed to tell her that it isn't PK's birthday(that's in April). My dad, from Maui, called in a birthday airstrike to get me,(my birthday was last Thursday), and they got PK instead. To be fair, when my dad called, PK wasn't there and it was the hostess'fault, but that didn't make it any less funny. To make matters worse, the more we laughed the angrier PK became, and the angrier he became the funnier it got. It didn't help that Showbiz and I immediately went to the phones taking pictures and sending texts. My sister called my dad to explain the situation. He talked to all of us, we hung up. To top it all off, random strangers were stopping by the table to wish PK a happy birthday, or to say the whole event made their day.

I tell you this story to let you know you are not safe whenever you roll out with the Williams family. And don't think you can pre-emptively get us... that's only been tried once and it didn't go well for the other team. So eat with us at your own risk...

100 + 31 + 2 = Bobby Appreciates You Day

Happy blog #100! Happy 2 year blogiversary! Happy Birthday to me! Oh man... all I can say is someone lost a LOT of money. (Told you I'd live this long mom!) I had something super awesome planned for this particular blog, but I gotta save it.

What is it about birthdays? That feeling that you are invinceable. That you are the most important person on earth, that all is right and you can't lose. Its a happy pill that gives you warm fuzzy feelings for 24 hours. For example, while on the train today I got a call from my mom and dad who threatened to sing happy birthday to me. I tried to counter with a bluff to put them on speaker phone. I failed to remember that as old people, they aren't worried about looking cool. And not only that they pointed out that my propsed action would actually do me more harm than them. We laughed and parted ways but the warm feeling has stayed.

I'm thankful for that, and the people who came out the woodwork to call, text or blow me up on facebook. But I am also thankful for the people who take time out of their day to read this blog. I wish you receive the feeling of a having a month of birthdays. Now if you will excuse me I gotta go do the birthday dance.