So - there he sat all fifteenish across from the ever aging Mom & Dad. It used to be pizza at Chuck E. Cheese for his birthday. Now he demands a T-bone at Logan's Roadhouse. I suppose we should feel lucky he didn't go for the Porterhouse. That would have cost even more!
Why do we put such effort into birthdays anyway? They aren't THAT special. Everyone has one. Funny, in your first 21 years, it's some giant event that everyone needs to be a part of. Then you turn 30 and birthdays fall out of favor. (Especially if you are of the female persuasion.) The suddenly you hit 70 and everyone starts making a big deal over your birthday again. Like "Hey, you old coot, you made it another year!" Or "85! Wow! are you gonna try for 100?" Oh, yeah... like I have some say as to whether that happens! Young smart ass punks! Who do these 50-year olds think they are, anyway!
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