Spirit Journey Formation Anniversary

Yes, it is upon me once again. My birthday. Ick. Actually, I don't mind getting older, and it's always nice to be the center of attention for a day. And gifts rock.

I feel like Paris Hilton (no, I didn't make a sex tape-at least, none that I'll admit to...) because I'm spreading my Birthday Celebration out over the next few days. The Side Door tonight, The BAG Thursday night, ATLANTIC CITY on Friday, and CHUMP at The Grasshopper on Saturday. It's all good.

The Side Door is...ehhh. Lately, it's just not as much fun as it used to be, for several reasons-none of which I'm going to even bother typing about. But, there is beer, and I get to play my bass and make a few bucks, so it can't be too bad.

The BAG, on the other hand... Damn, I love my Thursdays there. It's become my favourite night of the week. We get to fuck around and play whatever we want. We get free drinks. We get paid. There are always fun people there, many of them cute chicks. Cute chicks rule. This week is gonna be even better than usual, since it's my birthday soon. I told Rob that I want to pick every song we play that night. I was just kidding. I don't care what the fuck we play, because I'm planning on getting shitfaced. I know all of my BAG Peeps are planning on coming out to help me celebrate, and this pleases me.

I can't even express how much I'm looking forward to hanging out with Noelle in A.C. on Friday. I don't even give two tugs on a dead dog's dick about the concert (Sublime tribute thing), I'm just psyched to see My Pal. We haven't hung out together in almost a year, and Atlantic City is the perfect place to meet up. I've had a sucky year so far, and she's been going through some Heavy Shit herself, and we both need to blow off a ton of steam. I even saved up a decent chunk of cash with which to foster chaos. We're probably gonna both get arrested, or something. Cool.

The Grasshopper Too shall not disappoint on Saturday (unless I get arrested, or something). I don't hang out there much at all anymore, but I put The Word out to my old running crew, and I'm pretty sure most of my people are coming out to drink with me. After all, it is My Actual Birthday on Saturday. I even set up a ride home, in anticipation of inebriation. Plus, CHUMP always lets me get up to sit in with the band, and that's nice.

Sunday I head down to my sister's place, to eat food. It's Easter, or something, I hear. Whatever. I just like to eat food. Also, there shall be Birthday Cake and gifts. Hooray for gifts! As a bonus, I get to see my Kickass Neice, who kicks a lot of ass (hence the nickname). She's like, a year and a half, and she's already a wiseass. It runs in the family.

Yup. Good times ahead.


I almost forgot- I came up with The Best Breakup Song Title Ever today:

"If I could do it all over again (I'd do it all over you)"

The lyrics practically write themselves.


Speaking of songs; I leave you now with the lyrics to "Spirit Journey Formation Anniversary," by Master Shake. Enjoy:

Deep within the womb of time,
a creature thus be born
The seed of life is united with
the egg of tyranny
Gestates forth from within the womb of life
for three-quarter and nigh a year
The creature thus be born!
The creature thus be formed!
And ye of years...
[Your current age] bells
Will chime!
When the heavens open up
and drink from the silver cup
The creature thus be born!
And blow the magic horn!
To alert the spirit deep within the cycle of life.
The creature has begun it's journey deep forlorn,
upon this day which he be formed
In the sea of mucus the spirit rides down from the mountain
and unites with the creature in the womb
A holy union, dark mortality, until the dark mortality
breaks the chain of life
The creature thus be born
And every year raineth down the celebratory tears
A celebration of the years
from mere mortal sky