I just had another crisis. I have a lot of them, and this one is relatively small, but I figured it was worth mentioning because it’s about my birthday.
(And, no, I’m not having a mid-life crisis. I’d feel too guilty to have an affair. I actually dreamed about a beautiful woman coming on to me last night and felt so guilty that I woke up.)
|Not that I'm completely against the whole "blonde and convertible" thing.|
|See that stick he's holding in front of me. That's because the heat would melt my glasses.|
On my forty-first birthday, I went skydiving.
(Or, I tried to go skydiving on my birthday, but ended up doing it a month later because of weather.)
Next year, on my forty-second birthday, I was planning on going to The French Laundry, arguably the best and most expensive restaurant in the country. However, I just realized something. It’s going to be my forty-second birthday. 42.
It’s my Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy birthday.
|No, not that terrible movie.|
For those of you who haven’t read The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy… Well, go do it. Better yet, listen to the original radio show; it’s better. Anyway, if you haven’t read them yet, part of the book is devoted to the story of Deep Thought. Deep Thought is a computer who was built to answer the ultimate question of life the universe and everything. He thought about it for seven and a half million years, give or take a few weeks, and came up with the answer:
|"I checked it very thoroughly."|
|Although the cake would be awesome.|
Yeah, I jumped out of a plane, dyed my hair, and worked with materials at volcanic temperatures while surrounded by people covered in scars, but I never did anything dangerous.
So, I’m not sure what else I can do. Spend all day in a bathrobe and pajamas? Do something with towels? Buy some mice? Nothing seems really all that interesting or compelling.
Therefore, I am throwing it out to you guys. What do you think I should do? Seriously, I’m open to any new ideas I can get. Just to make it interesting, the person who submits the winning idea gets to come along with me when I do it, or maybe pick a blog entry, or, I don’t know, I’ll have your face tattooed on my butt. Something.
|I'd have to shave my butt first.|