SteveMeister
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This Wednesday (the 13th) is my 40th birthday. On Saturday (the 9th), my parents took me up to Baltimore's Inner Harbor to spend the day, just because "it's so rare that the three of us do anything together" anymore. It was a nice afternoon, but I should have become suspicious when my father said "we have to be back at the car by 4:30".
Anyway, we made it back to the car a little early and are heading back south on I-95. My dad's kinda creeping along -- I told him "You know, it's 65 through here" and he said "Well, we're a little early." Obviously something's up.
We exited near Ellicott City, and I saw the signs for Arundle Mills Mall, and rounding the bend, there was Medieval Times
My wife had spent the past month and a half putting together a huge party for me at Medieval Times. About 40 guests were there -- family, including my younger sister and her boyfriend who flew in from Las Vegas; folks from work; folks from the New Beetle club; old friends from as far back as high school. It was terrific.
Everyone had a great time. I was knighted before the show, and when they called out people's birthdays during the show, my massive posse cheered the loudest -- in fact, the announcer said something to the effect of "two full pages of names, and NOW you start cheering?"
The only thing that didn't happen is me and Vark didn't go down in the ring for some Cable Guy/Kirk & Spock battling, but if the past 40 years has taught me anything, it's that we can't get everything we hope for, so we enjoy what we are given.
Then my wife dropped the bombshell. She told me that she paid for the whole thing -- for everyone's bill -- out of money she's been saving for years to buy a new horse. No, I wasn't crying, I got something in my eye, honest... it's all the dust from the arena, yeah, that's it...
Anyway, we made it back to the car a little early and are heading back south on I-95. My dad's kinda creeping along -- I told him "You know, it's 65 through here" and he said "Well, we're a little early." Obviously something's up.
We exited near Ellicott City, and I saw the signs for Arundle Mills Mall, and rounding the bend, there was Medieval Times
My wife had spent the past month and a half putting together a huge party for me at Medieval Times. About 40 guests were there -- family, including my younger sister and her boyfriend who flew in from Las Vegas; folks from work; folks from the New Beetle club; old friends from as far back as high school. It was terrific.
Everyone had a great time. I was knighted before the show, and when they called out people's birthdays during the show, my massive posse cheered the loudest -- in fact, the announcer said something to the effect of "two full pages of names, and NOW you start cheering?"
The only thing that didn't happen is me and Vark didn't go down in the ring for some Cable Guy/Kirk & Spock battling, but if the past 40 years has taught me anything, it's that we can't get everything we hope for, so we enjoy what we are given.
Then my wife dropped the bombshell. She told me that she paid for the whole thing -- for everyone's bill -- out of money she's been saving for years to buy a new horse. No, I wasn't crying, I got something in my eye, honest... it's all the dust from the arena, yeah, that's it...
