I guess I'm old

Chick at the store recognized on my ID it was my birthday. She was probably in her 40s or 50s and she was like "25, it's all downhill from here."

I suppose I don't consider 25 that old. Maybe age really hasn't been a thing for me. My parents seem to think 25 was when I'd start getting things together. I suppose I've started to sort of. But maybe it hasn't hit me that I am actually 25. Regardless, the only real cool things I think about being 25 both come from my childhood.
One was that I could rent a car, which I've wanted to do since about age 11. Not exactly sure why, but I have really wanted to rent a car. The other came from my boss when I was 12-years-old. I was a painter and he told me two things. Stay away from girls with hairy nipples and before you turn 25 it's all about quantity. Once you hit 25 it's all about quality.

Anyway, I partied like it was my 19th b-day.
Friday — Happy hour, followed by a little tour of the bars. Then to my buddy Collins house and back to my house for a 6 a.m. bed time.
Saturday — went to breakfast at 10 a.m. Get in my friend Kaylee's car and my friend Jill simply goes "you smell horrible." This was setting me up for a beautiful day. Went to work with a top 10 hangover. I was hurting really, really bad. Took me three hours at work to complete what would have normally been 25 minutes. Came home, went to bed for like five hours. Watched the Texas Tech-Oklahoma game, before starting again. I got bullied into going out. We went out on the mountain. Was doing fine until the roomies decided to continuously buy me shots of rumple mints. This led to me doing the November (the dance I created), then falling asleep at a table before calling the Lukeasaurus Rex outside. Came home and went to bed.
Sunday — watched the bills win, before taking it easy the rest of the day. At least for the most part.

Picked up a couple sweet and off the wall gifts for my birthday. In addition to Spenny buying me a 40, I also recieved these two gems.
Friday Collins gave me an autographed picture of Dog the Bounty Hunter and his wife Beth. I have no idea why he'd give this to me, but it's totally sweet.
Ms. B gave me a Dolly Parton CD. We saw her this summer and it was the shit. The new CD is actually pretty decent. On a side note, if you ever get the chance to see Dolly live, do it. Don't care that your father will sort of think you're gay or your friends will bust your chops, just do it. She's a little spitfire and put on one hell of a show. I'm serious when I say it was one of the best shows I saw this summer.

Other items to note:
Been hanging out with a new girl. Not sure what's going on (think Luke from 101 yards out with a sand wedge) but we'll see where it goes.

We're now 1-4 with the Paul Posluszny jersey. At least we've won a game. That is a good thing. I don't feel so bad now.

CU-Nebraska week. Going into it I'm not necessarily confident, but who the hell knows. Plus I wasn't happy to see Dan Hawkins playing down the rivalry.

WOuld like to thank all those that wished me happy birthday. Also wishing everybody a fun and happy Thanksgiving. Whether you're with your family or friends or by yourself, enjoy it.

HEF of the Week
There are too many HEF's that happened, but here's a few.
Friday night I dumped beer in my buddies fish tank. Two days later his fish were dead. He took it relatively well, seeing as how he hated the fish. I also for some reason put an apple in his fish tank. Friday I thought the fish wanted to party with me. By Sunday, they were dead. To Blacky and The Clown, we'll miss you. Actually probably not as they were a thorn in the side of everybody. Stupid fish.

Did some laundry and forgot to take out a blue pen. It's nice at least that everything I owned in that portion of the load has blue streaks all over it.