[campbellcj]

So, yesterday I hit the depressing age of 39.

A few weeks ago, my wife advised me that she "had to" attend a conference in Vegas this weekend, and wouldn't be around for my birthday. I said, "Hey, I'd be up for a Vegas trip, it's been like 5 years!!!". She replies, "But we're sharing a room"...speaking of two of her employees also going to the conference...18 and 22 year old females who are not hard on the eyes by any means. I respond, "and the problem with that is?????".

Well, my feeble attempt to get myself invited to Vegas did not work, so I spent my birthday evening with a bottle of scotch, a cigar and the TV remote.

Late this morning, my wife calls. "Ughh...we are sooooooo hung over. Just woke up. Missed the first two workshops." So far, pretty standard Vegas.

She continues, "Yeah, well you remember my friend 'Century' (apparently her real name although it sounds like a stripper stage name...and she IS a stripper) from ice skating, right? (Wife is a skater, used to compete in USFSA adult events at the national level). "

"We got reeeeeally hammered last night and ended up calling Century, who said she was working, so we figured what the hell, let's go!"

So apparently they were out until 2:30-3am doing girl-on-girl lap dances and who the hell knows what else!!!

And the worst part -- there are NO PICTURES (at least none she would confess to, yet)!!!!!

Happy effin' birthday to me, eh?