A bunch of us enjoyed a mass birthday celebration in Weirdcliffe last night. Herself, as has been recounted elsewhere, turned (ahem) 29 on the 12th. Our burro-racing buddy, Hal, hit the half-century mark yesterday. And tomorrow I will have achieved a venerable 56, like a finely aged cheddar, only smellier and less tasty.
As befits our advanced ages, we gummed down a little oatmeal, did a few shots of Geritol and called it a night around 9 (that’s a.m., not p.m.).
So here’s a tip of the Mad Dog sombrero to Peter for all the Mexican cookery, to Pueblo’s Hopscotch Bakery for the delicious cupcakes and to the Crusty County Sheriff’s Department, which graciously turned a blind eye to the drunken shenanigans in their bailiwick.
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Happy Birthday, youse guys!From a big fan in Carson City.
Y’all age far better than some of us.
Lots of March birthdays. I guess misery loves company-at least in my case. I was born in February, my 1st and 2nd wives, and the future ex-Mrs. Boz were too. Give a whole new meaning to “Born Under a Bad Sign.” Happy birthday to the lot of you, and many more!
haven’t seen that much plaid since 1975 at CSU, unfortunately the gray hair is standard issue on those born in 54
What a good-lookin’ bunch of human beans! Best wishes to all of you this year.
Dale (just 2 years behind Patrick on the birthday count)
Happy Belated Birthday Greetings! What a handsome, fit and
lovely group! Best wishes.