Sunday, October 18, 2009

364 in dog years.

I had a birthday on Friday. Not a big deal, or so I figured. Birthdays are big deals when we're kids and bigger deals when we're in our 80s. In mid-life, they're numbered occasions remembered by loved ones and retailers who send me coupons for 10-percent off a purchase this week. How nice. It's my birthday, so spend some money on myself. Thanks.
To mark the occasion, I went home and got drunk, although I failed to drink 52 beers, but I did manage to consume more than my age in ounces, so I have that going for me.
On Saturday, I treated myself to a Doug Stanhope show in Philly. He's a funny fuck, and I marked the occasion with shots of Jägermeister, stopping short of the fabled Jägerbomb, although it sounds good. Maybe next year. Or next week. The following is in need of German/English translation from my friend in Germania:
Das ist des Jägers Ehrenschild,
Daß er beschützt und hegt sein Wild,
Weidmännisch jagt, wie sich’s gehört,
Den Schöpfer im Geschöpfe ehrt.
Jägermeister was originally marketed as a medicinal product. It was suggested as a cure for everything from coughing to digestive problems. It was used in World War II as a field anesthetic. I can attest to that. I didn't cough the entire night, and most of my wounds have healed.
Happy birthday to me.


Kcoz said...

This guy is funny....why have I never heard of him? Ya think it may have something to do with my lack of watching TV??


BTW, happy b-day

Anthony said...

You won't see him on TV. Check out his web site and order a DVD or a CD to get the full effect.