BIGGEST BBQ DAY OF THE F-in YEAR

And what was once my favorite BBQ restaurant wants to close until well after my birthday. This is the type of stuff that happens on and near my birthday. Excuses, restaurant/ club closures, people out of town, or me having to be out of town in some bum-fuckety corner of the country, I’m tired.


So, now that I’ve gotten that out. My birthday always gets shitted on. To the point that I don’t even try hard anymore. This year, which is one of my last years in my twenties, I thought that I would enjoy a no fuss no muss celebration at the family home and nobody would have to cook.

WRONG

The restaurant, which I love enough to follow on social media, decided to put out an impromptu closure notice, TONIGHT! Those of you that know me and have been reading my stuff for a while know that one of my biggest fears is to already be pissed off, then have something come and extra-piss me off in the middle of it. I’m so mad I don’t even know where to begin.

It’s not the time and effort that I put into getting this together, I learned my lesson on that when I used to try to do multiple day extravaganzas that people couldn’t afford to attend so they’d just show up to the free thing. It’s the fact that after almost three complete decades the cycle has not been broken.

My resolution:

Fuck staying in the country, fuck calling around, fuck planning in advance….
1.I’m only rolling with whoever shows the hell up next birthday.
2. I’m not doing anything for the sake of anyone else’s budget, can’t afford it, catch the pics on Instagram
3. I’m doing nothing other than exactly whatever in the hell I want from the now until the day I die.

There’s no reason that I should not be able to enjoy however much time I have here on Earth, and sometimes that means disappearing and seeing the world.

My New Goal:
I want all the money in the world. Literally, I’m going to travel as far as I can stand, and I’m going to exchange $20 American everywhere I go for whatever the currency is in that country/region. I know that I started off on a potty-mouthed rant, but I know what I want now. I’ve said it since I was a kid, but it took until this birthday season to figure out what that really means. I’ll blog about it…. you’ll know if I did it or not.

Thanks for reading. 🙂