The day after...

Dear Ian:

I will keep this brief as you are likely suffering from a bit of a sugar hangover. That's the nature of birthdays: over indulgence. Whether you choose the path or your friends and family sort of back you into it, birthdays are almost always about doing too much. Just a word of warning. I think that it is our way of physically equalling the psychological let down of the day after the birthday. One day you are king of the world, center of attention, the man in the paper crown, and the next you are returned to the masses. Sorry to be such a downer as you start out year two, but I figured honesty is the first step.On another note, it's Friday. Fridays are like mini-birthdays that come along once a week. Fridays are usually about over indulgence as well. This might come in the form of a 24 0z steak dinner at Texas Roadhouse, a half gallon of ice cream and an all night horror movie marathon, or beer. Lots and lots of beer. Of course you shouldn't drink beer until you are old enough. That's the law, but chances are you are going be tempted, coerced and cajoled into having a few suds with the buds before you hit the magical age of 21 (or whatever the law states by the time you are college aged). Just remember moderation. Take it easy, don't over do it and you won't have any regrets Saturday morning.

Saturday mornings should be reserved for cartoons.Also, if you get a chance, always be the boss on Fridays. I worked like a three-legged plow horse this week. Twelve hour days minimum. Let assistant managers go home an hour or two early on Wednesday and Thursday, pretty much so I could say adios at 2 PM today, take the time off when it actually means something, and start the weekend early.

My Friday over indulgence? I took a nap. See we have a lot in common.