Friday

GET YOUR DAMN DIRTY PAWS OFF ME YOU FILTHY APE!

For months I've been advocating going low key into my thirties. But after go-carting, bumper cars, novelty tee shirts, party at durrows, golf balls and "Niel cookies" that idea was pretty much down the tubes.

So I let my guard down. Maybe its my advanced age, Ani got me again. She brought cookies into work, I thought they were for her office. I was looking forward to lunch at Grey's. She calls to say she's running late. I go upstairs to drop-off some paper work. And who do i run into? My sweet little Ani.

We head down stairs, apparently my bosses are in on whatever is going on. I soon retreat to my desk. And try to work. When i hear "it's here". All of a sudden a dude in a gorilla suit is singing to me. I turned all shades of red. I turned red watching the tape that night over cutlets and fettucini. I turned red, talking about it at the bar last night. GOOD TIMES.

Admittedly "GORGEOUS GEORGE" and Ani made 30 a birthday I'll never forget.

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