Sunday, November 20, 2005

A lesser birthday.

For the sake of numerical correlation, I briefly pondered celebrating my twenty-fourth birthday with a DVD marathon of the show 24, but I have better things to do with my time. Things like getting out of bed at noon and sitting in front of my computer for hours online until managing to get into the shower at 5pm.

The only non-mundane event of the day was when my parents took me out to Wildfire for a celebratory meal. The food was pretty good, but the service could have used a little work. While at our table in the room where we were seated, I looked over to the entryway to see the waiter walking in with a tray of meat high over his head. Unfortunately the pile of ribs was higher than the doorway, and as he entered, the meat smacked the top of the wooden doorframe.

And then he served it to my father.

Dad’s a strict follower of the five-second rule, so he let the incident slide. Personally, if it were my Blue Cheese Fillet that made wall-contact, I would have at least tried to weasel out a free dessert from the manager. But seeing as how the whole meal was on my parents’ tab, getting a brownie for free really wouldn’t have mattered that much.

And besides, there was a free home-made cake waiting for me at the house. You would think it would have been my dad’s famous carrot cake, but since my brother’s birthday and return home is a mere two days away, that specific cake was already on the schedule to be baked for that special event. To keep from having an excessive buildup of carrot cake, my dad opted to bake me something different. While the pumpkin cake was all good and well, I can’t help but think that I had been given a lesser cake.

Here’s hoping that doesn’t mean I’m the lesser son.