"'til we don't have the strength to go"

my title has nothing to with this entry. or does it? it does if i'm writing about my impending thirty-fourth birthday. it's on sunday and i'm taking the weekend off to celebrate. although, i haven't made any plans. hmmm...i don't know what i really want to do. i had originally planned to go to vegas, but that busted as soon as i moved out on my own. on saturday, i have a date and i don't know if it's in the afternoon or at night. we kind of left it open ended. i want to go home on saturday and party all night, then pass out somewhere, and wake up and go have an awesome breakfast at cockadoodles. we have a game on sunday night, so i'm not really doing anything until after that. our game is a tad late, so we'll probably not do much after that, which sucks. we'll either go to angelos(early night) or t.g.i. fridays(later night). hell, we just might end up in a parking lot drinking miller lite. i guess my birthday doesn't mean much to me anymore, although it feels like it should. i guess if i have a good date and get to spend time with friends and family, i'll be alright.

now i'm off to work, have a life drunk day!