I spent a few of the past several hours cleaning puke from someone's mother's SUV. It's karma for something terrible I did during my freshman year of college, so I don't mind.
After that, one of my closest soldiers and I went over to the Other Best Friend's (don't fuck with the triumvirate, joe) house to shower, drink coffee, and roast marshmallows over his homemade fire pit with his wife.
This was all lots of fun, and I'm telling it to you only because to compensate for it and the shittiness of my last birthday (I was recovering from surgery), I don't plan on surviving whatever celebration I undertake over the course of the afternoon and evening of the 29th.