Yesterday was my birthday so I got home late after a fun filled evening of good drinks, good food and good friends. There was some early talk of going to Tijuana, which thankfully didn't pan out. Then that gave way to talk of strip clubs and then that didn't pan out either. One of my friends had to split when his girlfriend called up to let him know her grandmother passed away, so he felt bad he had to leave. But I felt bad for them. Losing a grandparent really sucks.

Close to midnight I arrived home very much intoxicated and feeling like I was 22 again, rather than 32. But all in all it was a good evening. And then some.