Birthday Blowout Blues

Welcome to the very special On becoming a robot birthday edition. It will be just under a day until the big two-four, but taking a page out of my cousin Carrie's playbook, I have gone ahead and celebrated my birthday for a full week. The reasons for this are multiple, but the interesting thing about all of it is, that to celebrate my birthday, I have been going to other peoples parties. This week I have attended 3 birthday parties, parties for other people, some of the parties were for multiple people (of which I was not one, although the birthday boy at one of them gave me a shout out during the happy birthday song, which was cool). It would seem that in addition to intellegence, great skin, and devilishly good looks we Sagittarii were also given an affinity for working in east Asia. The only problem with this is I feel very swept aside. Like the birthdays of other people are more important than my own. Now truth be told, these are mostly parties that people planned for themselves, and the main reason that I didn't through one for myself was that I feared that people would be suffering from party fatigue. Lets face it, no party is way better than one that no one comes to. Oh well, I have a feeling that there might be a cake with my name on it (figuratively) on Saturday at my usual bar. That is if they haven't forgotten about me, I did go to two b-day parties in lieu of my normal Bar 60 nights (thats the bar). Incidentally, I did learn that I can pretty much stay out all night (literally) any week night, if I want to, and still get a decent night sleep before work. So until next time, or at least until my birthday is over, I will be singing the birthday song to myself (and probably to others if enough alcohol is ingested).