{"id":588,"date":"2006-05-25T10:02:00","date_gmt":"2006-05-25T14:02:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2006\/05\/25\/theres-got-to-be-a-morning-after\/"},"modified":"2006-05-25T10:05:08","modified_gmt":"2006-05-25T14:05:08","slug":"theres-got-to-be-a-morning-after","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2006\/05\/25\/theres-got-to-be-a-morning-after\/","title":{"rendered":"There&#8217;s Got to Be a Morning After"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>And there was!<\/p>\n<p>I had a great time yesterday. My work day was filled with phone calls, instant messages and emails wishing me a happy birthday. I had lunch at Finale with Ben and Brad before returning to work where the Human Resources department here threw me a little birthday party since I&#8217;m a department of one (they&#8217;ve adopted me as their own &#8211; such great neighbors).<\/p>\n<p>Then, some co-workers (Peg, Adrienne, Sarah) popped by with some brownies and cheer.<\/p>\n<p>Finally, I left work and met up with a sexy looking Mike at Francesca&#8217;s Cafe before joining the rest of the gang (a total of 7 people) for dinner at Metropolis Cafe. There was\u00a0Marin, Jason, Fred, Sven and Art. The conversation was great and the laughter practically non-stop. I even had some wine. Yep &#8211; two glasses &#8211; a rarity for me.<\/p>\n<p>After dinner and dessert (they did the obligatory&#8230;and embarrassing&#8230;act of having the waitress deliver my dessert with a candle while singing Happy Birthday), we all split off and I went back to Mike&#8217;s place.<\/p>\n<p>Then this morning I found out that Taylor Hicks won American Idol! YAY! I hated that bitch, Kat McPhee. So this news\u00a0was a great birthday gift for me!<\/p>\n<p>Oh, and one last birthday related thing&#8230;.my aunt and uncle from the Cape sent me a birthday card. Now, they&#8217;re very, very, very, very (have I mentioned very?) religious &#8211; Baptist. Obviously, I expected a wholesome card from them and I wasn&#8217;t disappointed. Though, I do have to wonder whether they still think I&#8217;m 13 years old. The card showed a cartoon dog pushing a shopping cart with various items spilling out of it. The &#8220;poem&#8221; read:<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><em>A nephew&#8217;s sort of like a son you don&#8217;t have to raise (I&#8217;m 35&#8230;how much raising is there?).<\/em><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><em>When he needs foods, clothes and books, it isn&#8217;t you who pays!<\/em><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><em>And you don&#8217;t have to get him up on time for big occasions,<\/em><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><em>Or strain your brain to help him solve his algebra equations (when did I last have algebra homework?)<\/em><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><em>Yes, a nephew&#8217;s sort of like a son, but with one major perk&#8230;.<\/em><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><em>You get to have the pride and joy and love &#8212; without the work!<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I shouldn&#8217;t be making fun of them because they&#8217;ve always been very sweet to me (mostly because they don&#8217;t know I&#8217;m gay). I suspect their sweetness would end once that little bit of news came out. But I simply couldn&#8217;t handle them &#8220;saving&#8221; me again (they did that a lot when I was in 6th grade because I apparently used the lord&#8217;s name in vain too much).<\/p>\n<p>Fortunately, my relatives on my mother&#8217;s side already know I&#8217;m gay\u00a0(and some\u00a0even try to hook me up with guys). I think I have more in common with them.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>And there was! I had a great time yesterday. My work day was filled with phone calls, instant messages and emails wishing me a happy birthday. 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