Oh my oh me, I'm twenty-three

My birthday was a good night for all and a funny one for me. I lived up to the Irish way and went all out. I spilled some drinks on my new shirt that night and generally had jolly "hey it's my birthday!" chats with people.

Josh has always been a generous person, and he bought me this real nice corduroyish soft-cotton beige shirt. I'm kind of a dirtbag at heart, or at least I used to think that, but even people like me can appreciate fine apparel. You just have to find your style. and i'm feelin that shirt.

Earlier in the evening we went out for a sweet birthday dinner. Josh's friend Jack took us to a nice place and treated us well. Josh even got a little candle put in my rich chocolate cake and the whole restaurant sang happy birthday to me. it was a nice feeling. i realized that at josh's birthday we hadn't sung joyeux anniversaire in paris - what was i thinking? maybe we were just having too good of a meal. the older brother always knows how to look out for the younger.

I had only tried Guiness a couple times and I really didn't like it upon our Ireland arrival. I never would have thought that I would gain a taste for it. Its subtle carbonation, smooth slightly creamy quality, balanced taste. The Irish know Guiness like the French know their wines. Guiness claims that it has 300 taste testers who each month visit every single Guiness tap in the country to ensure satisfactory quality!

I find this goat-depicting article hilarious: http://www.theonion.com/content/node/40091