Lori, how was your birthday?
Well, let me attempt to answer that by showing you a short clip of an insane, possibly German bald man in a headband, doing a strangely performance-art version of a Cars song. First, though, you might want to turn the volume on your computer down a little bit:
I can only say that this kind of craziness is pretty normal at this one karaoke place where we sometimes go in Santa Monica, and that this is where we had my birthday party after-party, and that this guy was the tip of the iceberg, and that my cousin-in-law Josh gave me the greatest present ever by performing an EVEN CRAZIER version of "Take on Me" by Aha that included real screaming and a Stooges reference, which I do indeed have a full-length video of, but which I have to keep for myself. It is that special.
See, I'm all about the run-on sentences today, and I just don't care. I'm still high on birthday madness.
So– what else did I do on the International Day of Me? Well, I ate alot of sugar, got flowers, got a manicure, had a party, saw my friends, and tried not to think about work all day. I actually did sit at the computer for about an hour, but ONLY because I was waiting for the flowers to be delivered so I don't think that really counts. Oh, I also got a fruit basket, and some more awesome presents, and brownies, and a ton of birthday well-wishes on Facebook, and phonecalls, and emails, and more general awesomeness.
I also got a little cold, or at least a little congestion. But, because I wasn't even trying to let that spoil my fun, I used what was perhaps too many servings of Afrin nasal spray, so that by mid-day when my cousin-in-law got to town, my pupils were the size of tiny pinpoints, and I was tweaking like I lived in Barstow. It's all good, though– my nasal spray high wore off by about midway through my party, and I was free to drink two beers and scream my head off for the karaoke. Which I guess would explain why I'm so tired/ hungover now, and have no voice.
All totally worth it, I must say.