So I'm blogging. Does this make me a 15 year old girl who hates her parents and is going to get stalked by old fat guys like me? Why on Earth do I think I'm important enough that anyone will give a damn about my day and my thoughts. Half the time, I don't even care myself... And why after typing for like 25 years do I still do this - can;t- instead if this- can't?
Wow, I feel better already.
So I turned the most useless age ither than 22 yesterday- 31. I'm going to take the Edward Headly route and call this the 10th anniversary of my 21st birthday. Here's how I celebrated. I took the fam to the new aquarium (thought to follow) and then drove home. We ordered out and I had two beers. By 10:30 I was asleep. I am so a party animal. I remember the good old days when birthdays meant like 25 beers and lawn furniture thrown from a balcony. Of course tucking in two babies kind of makes up for it.
So the GA aquarium... wow. It is unbelievably cool, expecially if you;ve only been to the one in Chattanooga- or Chattavegas. It is as good as the Chicago or Boston (so says the wife). The main tank- thumbs up. The 5 baluga whales- thumbs up. The penguins- thumb up my own ass. Very lame, standing still, warm water penguins BOO. The bottlenecks- thumbs down. Stroller access- thumbs way down. The crowd- thumbs in other people's asses since there is no room to maneuver it to my own. I would definiately go on a school day. It really was cool though.
So that;s it for now. Please read and respond so that I can feel validated...
Erik
