The answer to that question is easy, absolutely nothing. It only means that I have one more year to reach the big 3 0.
The party last Saturday was a great success. My niece, one of her friends, Hotrod, and I ran around all day Saturday trying to get everything prepared and successfully did so before folks started arriving around 5:30. My friend Will, who is like a brother to me, arrived first and Kim and her husband Jeff arrived shortly afterwards. Since there were just a few of us initially, we decided to go ahead and eat so that we could just chill out and talk to everyone else as they arrived. So for about 30 minutes or so, we all just sat around talking, laughing, and eating. Now the first thing Kim did when she arrived was to hand me a wine cooler. I had already told everyone that I wasn't going to drink that night because I wanted to be able to remember the events of my birthday. Well let's just say I overestimated my wilpower. Nevertheless, my attempt was not in vain because although I had 6 drinks over the course of the night, all of them were mault beverages with the exception of a Tom Collins at the end. So in summary, I was quite sober by the end of the night.
Everyone else started filing in around 8 o'clock or thereafter. I think there were probably 35 to 40 people in all by the night's end. It wasnt' easy to tell though because most trickled in and out and were never in one place for a given amount of time. We laughed, joked, and some even ventured to dance. It was just great reminiscing about the good old days and about all the crazy things we've done over the years. It's safe to say that I think everyone thoroughly enjoyed themselves and are probably already looking forward to the Chrismas bash we have every year.
Sunday, my actual birthday, was a recovery day. Not necessarily from a hangover, but from staying up so late the night before. Two of my friends, John and Calvin, had to go back to Charlotte Saturday night, but their cousin Wali and my friend Will stayed over. One of my cousins called me around 10 o'clock to wish me a happy birthday and I discovered then that everyone else was awake, so we sat around and discussed the events of the night before. Let's just say that there were some hilarious highlights that I'm deliberately not going to post here.
My Mom and stepdad came over on Sunday evening and spent some time with us. Since they don't drink or like to surround themselves in that type of environment, they had opted to just come over on Sunday evening. All in all it was a wonderful birthday and I sincerely thank those who helped me to celebrate it.
Most of the rest of the week was pretty busy. Hotrod and i went to the independent living class on Tuesday, did our shopping, and spent the 4th at my sister's place where we had an awesome cookout and fireworks. We even got to try something daring that day which is a rarity for us. Michelle, my sister, and her husband have a golf cart. So Michelle decides to take it for a drive down the main highway onto the dirt road near their house. Once we were on the dirt road, she turned to Hotrod and asked him if he wanted to drive. So he takes over at the wheel and with the navigational instructions by Michelle he is doing quite well until all of a sudden he nearly has us landed in a canal. Once we reached the end of the dirt road and made the u-turn to head back onto the highway, I took hold of the wheel. I must say I did pretty well as long as I kept my eye focused on the road ahead of me. Since I have a little vision in one eye that made it a little easy for me, but as soon as I lost focus of the road, it was chaos. I somehow managed to get us safely back onto the highway and back to the house just before the battery in the golf cart died. Michelle and her firend Laurie laughed so much that they were nearly out of breath by the time we got home. It definitely was a hilarious sight for two blind people driving a golf cart. But I can now say that I have been given a chance to drive and I didn't do all that badly.
A few weeks ago I had several teeth extracted, so I went back to the dentist on Thursday to allow him to do the impressions for the partial plates that I should be getting in another few weeks. Let's just say the procedure proved to be more of a challenge than any of us anticipated. The lower impressions were done successfully but he quickly made me aware that the upper ones would not be so easy and that I may gag or feel nauseated. They sprayed the inside of my mouth with some type of stuff that was supposed to numb my throat but I immediately felt sick and had to be excused to find the restroom. So after my reaction to the spray, the doc immediately decided that they were going to have to put me to sleep in order to finish the procedure. I was given two Valium pills and was told to rest and they should begin to kick in within 30 minutes. Well I think I started feeling their affect in 10 minutes instead. I have no recollection of the rest of the procedure, our departure from the dentist office, my arrival home, or my going to bed. I just remember waking up around 2:30 that afternoon and Hotrod told me that I had been sleeping for about 4 hours. I felt pretty groggy for the rest of the day.
I had a hair appointment on Friday morning and then Hotrod and I went to Tiana's house to hang out for a bit. She is my niece, Chelce's, best friend. I hadn't been to her new place since she moved in a few months ago.
I finally got to sleep in a little late on Saturday and then spent most of the rest of the afternoon online. We went to Hotrod's brother's place for a birthday party later in the evening and are just now getting home. They had fried catfish and croaker, slaw, baked beans, and chocolate cake for dessert. Hotrod and I just sat around conversating with everyone while most of them were shooting pool, listening to music,and drinking. I had a little wine but not enough to amount to anything.
So now I'm just sitting here at 2:30 in the morning spilling out my week's events when I need to be sleeping. Oh well, who needs sleep anyway? I guess I'll catch some baseball later today and maybe try to go out for a couple of hours if that is at all possible. I'm out of words for this episode, so y'all come back now, ya hear?
The party last Saturday was a great success. My niece, one of her friends, Hotrod, and I ran around all day Saturday trying to get everything prepared and successfully did so before folks started arriving around 5:30. My friend Will, who is like a brother to me, arrived first and Kim and her husband Jeff arrived shortly afterwards. Since there were just a few of us initially, we decided to go ahead and eat so that we could just chill out and talk to everyone else as they arrived. So for about 30 minutes or so, we all just sat around talking, laughing, and eating. Now the first thing Kim did when she arrived was to hand me a wine cooler. I had already told everyone that I wasn't going to drink that night because I wanted to be able to remember the events of my birthday. Well let's just say I overestimated my wilpower. Nevertheless, my attempt was not in vain because although I had 6 drinks over the course of the night, all of them were mault beverages with the exception of a Tom Collins at the end. So in summary, I was quite sober by the end of the night.
Everyone else started filing in around 8 o'clock or thereafter. I think there were probably 35 to 40 people in all by the night's end. It wasnt' easy to tell though because most trickled in and out and were never in one place for a given amount of time. We laughed, joked, and some even ventured to dance. It was just great reminiscing about the good old days and about all the crazy things we've done over the years. It's safe to say that I think everyone thoroughly enjoyed themselves and are probably already looking forward to the Chrismas bash we have every year.
Sunday, my actual birthday, was a recovery day. Not necessarily from a hangover, but from staying up so late the night before. Two of my friends, John and Calvin, had to go back to Charlotte Saturday night, but their cousin Wali and my friend Will stayed over. One of my cousins called me around 10 o'clock to wish me a happy birthday and I discovered then that everyone else was awake, so we sat around and discussed the events of the night before. Let's just say that there were some hilarious highlights that I'm deliberately not going to post here.
My Mom and stepdad came over on Sunday evening and spent some time with us. Since they don't drink or like to surround themselves in that type of environment, they had opted to just come over on Sunday evening. All in all it was a wonderful birthday and I sincerely thank those who helped me to celebrate it.
Most of the rest of the week was pretty busy. Hotrod and i went to the independent living class on Tuesday, did our shopping, and spent the 4th at my sister's place where we had an awesome cookout and fireworks. We even got to try something daring that day which is a rarity for us. Michelle, my sister, and her husband have a golf cart. So Michelle decides to take it for a drive down the main highway onto the dirt road near their house. Once we were on the dirt road, she turned to Hotrod and asked him if he wanted to drive. So he takes over at the wheel and with the navigational instructions by Michelle he is doing quite well until all of a sudden he nearly has us landed in a canal. Once we reached the end of the dirt road and made the u-turn to head back onto the highway, I took hold of the wheel. I must say I did pretty well as long as I kept my eye focused on the road ahead of me. Since I have a little vision in one eye that made it a little easy for me, but as soon as I lost focus of the road, it was chaos. I somehow managed to get us safely back onto the highway and back to the house just before the battery in the golf cart died. Michelle and her firend Laurie laughed so much that they were nearly out of breath by the time we got home. It definitely was a hilarious sight for two blind people driving a golf cart. But I can now say that I have been given a chance to drive and I didn't do all that badly.
A few weeks ago I had several teeth extracted, so I went back to the dentist on Thursday to allow him to do the impressions for the partial plates that I should be getting in another few weeks. Let's just say the procedure proved to be more of a challenge than any of us anticipated. The lower impressions were done successfully but he quickly made me aware that the upper ones would not be so easy and that I may gag or feel nauseated. They sprayed the inside of my mouth with some type of stuff that was supposed to numb my throat but I immediately felt sick and had to be excused to find the restroom. So after my reaction to the spray, the doc immediately decided that they were going to have to put me to sleep in order to finish the procedure. I was given two Valium pills and was told to rest and they should begin to kick in within 30 minutes. Well I think I started feeling their affect in 10 minutes instead. I have no recollection of the rest of the procedure, our departure from the dentist office, my arrival home, or my going to bed. I just remember waking up around 2:30 that afternoon and Hotrod told me that I had been sleeping for about 4 hours. I felt pretty groggy for the rest of the day.
I had a hair appointment on Friday morning and then Hotrod and I went to Tiana's house to hang out for a bit. She is my niece, Chelce's, best friend. I hadn't been to her new place since she moved in a few months ago.
I finally got to sleep in a little late on Saturday and then spent most of the rest of the afternoon online. We went to Hotrod's brother's place for a birthday party later in the evening and are just now getting home. They had fried catfish and croaker, slaw, baked beans, and chocolate cake for dessert. Hotrod and I just sat around conversating with everyone while most of them were shooting pool, listening to music,and drinking. I had a little wine but not enough to amount to anything.
So now I'm just sitting here at 2:30 in the morning spilling out my week's events when I need to be sleeping. Oh well, who needs sleep anyway? I guess I'll catch some baseball later today and maybe try to go out for a couple of hours if that is at all possible. I'm out of words for this episode, so y'all come back now, ya hear?
tired
excited