Well, shoot, BBM. Happy birthday to you! I won’t pretend to have the funniest or most interesting birthday story, but I can tell you about 2 of my favorites.
I was born on my dad’s 35th birthday, which, even when I was young, was always very cool. My mom made two cakes each year and I always had twice the sugar high. One year, when I was turning 13, my dad and I decided to hit as many Denny’s for free meals as we could. We’d joked about doing that for a while and decided to just see how many we could make it to in one day (6, if I remember right). Denny’s doesn’t offer free meals to birthday boys anymore… I think it’s our fault.
My favorite birthday ever was my 9th birthday. On my birthday, I got to pick what we ate and where we ate it. Back in the day, Shakey’s pizza was the best. Our choices were Pizza Hut, Mr. Ghatti’s, Shakey’s and Showtime. It was really no choice at all. Shakey’s had long, picnic style seating, a projector playing silent movies, pinball machines, Asteroids, and a live banjo band playing songs mostly from the big band era, although there was a lot of dixieland, too. Oh, and they had good pizza, too.
Well, I didn’t care what anyone else ate; I wanted a large pepperoni pizza. Just for me. So, I ate, and laughed, and ate and talked… and ate. I can still remember how it felt to literally force myself to swallow the last bite. It was awesome… until as we were leaving the restaurant and I tried to burp. It was like uncorking the champagne bottle.
Man, that was a great birthday!

Birthday distractions eh? Hmmm, I’ll settle for one of my tales of birthday stupidity.
I think it was about three years ago (my brain tries to make me forget), it was my birthday and my friends all came out with me to a local Chinese restaurant for a meal and a few beers. We got suitably tanked up on Tsingtao and Szechuan chicken and headed back to someone’s place for a few more libations and a spot of karaoke – that’s not entirely true, it was more like three hours of drunken caterwauling.
At the time I had long hair, I think it was a hangover from falling in love with metal music and making sure I never suffered the mullet-esque embarrassment I had at school, and people had been urging me to get it cut for ages. My best friend’s decidedly tipsy girlfriend came up with the genius idea of ‘oooh let’s get scissors and cut Adam’s hair!’. Ordinarily I’d have objected, but I was way too drun… ‘tired’, and sure enough she grabbed my pony tail and cut it clean off. This was all captured on video by another of my friends, which is a good job because I had no recollection of it the next morning, until I got out of bed and saw what looked like a lop-sided medieval minstrel looking back at me. Think ‘Emo Phillips standing on a hill’ – http://www.hardgeus.com/updateimages/emo_philips_old.jpg
One hat and an emergency trip to the hairdresser later and the worst of the damage was undone, but not without my other half taking great pleasure in explaining the whole sorry story to every person in the building.
That’s as embarrassing a story as you’re getting out of me for today, birthday or no birthday 😉

Happy Birthday BBM! I’ll mark this day as your b-day in my calendar so I will be ahead of the game on the 5th anniversary of your 29th birthday. I did the memory lane thing since I was not a reader of BBM yet last year and I just have one question – in the “risque” photo of you and Mr. BBM, I am having trouble figuring out where your other leg is????? LOL Again, happy birthday from someone who just celebrated my 5th annual 39th birthday. Actually – make that my 4th annual 40th birthday because believe it or not, my 40th was probably the best birthday I’ve ever had. You really “come into your own” after 40 years of being on this earth – or at least I did. Make those girls and that hubby be good to you today (and every day!)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
i’m going to email you something special just for you. 😉

Probably the most memorable birthday was my 19th (which was oh so many years ago in 1985).
I was helping new students check into their dorm rooms in our dorm (it was coed so guess why I was there) and I checked in two young ladies to the same floor who happened to be next door neighbors.
I mentioned the fact and tried to be friendly to them (see my earlier comment about why I was really there).
I found out later that one of them was convinced I was the strangest guy she had ever met (so she tells me later).
We all became friends and as time moved on I started dating one of the two (to be exact we went on our first date 4 1/2 months later).
She and I will celebrate our 15th anniversary this October and we have two great daughters.
We still laugh about how easy it is to remember when and where we met.
Wishing you the best birthday ever.

My most memorable birthday was a few years ago when I was driving to do some charity work. I saw a wounded puppy on the side of the road and picked him up to take him to the emergency vet. At the vet there were all these orphans and they were crying…oh heck, I can’t keep on lying like this. But I can say HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BBM!

You have just surpassed my favourite birthday by a couple of years, thirty (nearly sixteen years ago).
I celebrated my birthday with a bottle of Gin and a Jehovah witness at three in the morning!
Why? My wife had just given birth to my youngest daughter and had an emgergency ceaseration operation, my daughter had nearly died shutting down all her organs and was rushed to a London hospital after an emergency baptism from my father who just happened to be a priest. (The first and only emergency baptism he ever performed was on his own grand-daughter!)
My daughters Birthday was 4 days before mine, I visited Claire in one hospital and stayed until I was thrown out, I then drove 75kms to where my daughter was now in hospital and stayed next to her intensive care cot until 2am, on the radio was the haunting sound of “stairway to heaven” by Eric Clapton.
Eric Clapton had very sadly lost a son, I was despirately hanging onto my daughter. I returned home and spent the early hours with a neighbour who happened to be a JW. I don’t think drinking a bottle of Gin was part of their religion, but she was there for me when I needed support. (God Bless).
My daughter came through with only a few minor long term issues, she is hoping to take her Shodan at Christmas and I think she will reach Sandan before I do!
It is surprising what the human body can beat, when it wants to.
BBM from what I read in your blog you are already a Shodan in life, as you travel the way, a Black Belt will come, but it is the way that you will enjoy far more than the belt.
Happy Birthday, Osu!

happy birthday!!! I’m sorry I missed it yesterday- I got the flu bug- but at least YOU didn’t get it!!! 🙂 hope your day ended well!

Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You don’t look a day over….29. lol