Yep, today is my birthday. And I get to go to work for 8 hours. Yay. Happy birthday also to Liana, the blond Romanian, who was born on the same day as me (but different year… can you guess which one of us is younger?)
… Hang on, let’s post a pic of Liana.
There ya go. That’s Liana. One day a couple of months ago, I was in the Saucer and Liana was my server. It was a slow afternoon, so she sat down with me and looked at the Memphis Flyer I had brought in. She stopped at one of the ads in the back pages and pointed to a man with his shirt off. “He has a nice body,” she said, “Maybe I should call him.” She pointed to a 900 number next to his picture.
I tried to explain that if she called the number, she likely would not be talking to the guy in the picture, but an overweight, middle-aged, smelly guy in an undershirt sitting in a boiler room somewhere in Iowa. I don’t think she understood. I guess they don’t have 900 lines in Romania.
Even if the guy in the picture did answer the phone, I’m not sure how interested he’d be in talking to Liana, given that the ad said “Meet gay locals in your area.”
If you want to buy Liana a drink for her birthday – well, she’s no longer in the U.S., so you can’t, but I have an idea. You can buy the drink and I’ll drink it. Since we share the same birthday, it’s practically the same thing, after all.
Today is also Mickey Mouse’s birthday, but I don’t have any funny stories about him.