An Organ Intervention

The Second Essential Scary Truth

I’d like to thank you all for the wonderful birthday wishes and for seeing so many of you at Taylor’s Steakhouse and the R Bar.  I am truly blessed to have so many wonderful friends in this world.

And you all did your job wonderfully.  When the party moved to the R Bar, I don’t think there was a minute I was without a glass of whisky in my right hand.  You did your job so well my internal organs staged an intervention on Friday morning.

At 8am, I awoke to find my liver, kidneys and pancreas sitting on my diaphragm demanding to discuss the past 48.  They not so gently reminded me that I had just turned 44 and acting like I was 18 or 23 or 34 or even 38 just wasn’t going to cut it anymore.  That sort of bad drunken behavior was only for a few times a year at this point not for consecutive days.  After they said their peace, into my trunk they disappeared.

I blame the booze, then I blame society.