"I can't believe I'm going to work on my birthday! I can't believe I'm doing laundry on my birthday! I can't believe I’m paying for sex on my birthday!" - Jim Gaffigan
It was a pretty low-key weekend - really low-key, actually - and the high point was seeing Inglorious Basterds in a packed theater last night. Of course, that's faint praise when this weekend's other main activities were goofing off on Facebook, doing laundry, trimming my beard, and going grocery shopping. But still, it's a great movie.
Today is my actual birthday and I celebrated by fading into my cube at work*. The celebration continues as I join my team for pub trivia night at the Patrick Henry Pub. Maybe I'll indulge myself and have two (!) beers tonight. But then again, I have to keep my wits about me so I can drop science on everyone in the joint.
After that, it'll be around midnight by the time I get home so it's bedtime. Exciting, huh?
*I didn't at all mind not being recognized as I hate the spotlight and prefer to be the perimeter of attention.