The folks got me an “official” omelet pan for my birthday. If the first trial run is any indication, I think I’m just a shitty omelet maker. Of course, if you mess up an omelet, you still get scrambled eggs, which is a good thing. For me at least.

The birthday weekend ended up to be pretty good. The Friday story will live to be told for many generations to come, I’m sure. Either that or the pictures are going to come back to haunt me for a long, long time. Speaking of, here are two that I promised the other day:

Give me a jockey’s cap and a curb to stand by and I’m set! The other one is good too, though I get to be “the guy” with the closed eyes. Oh well. There’s another one out there that I think is funnier, a more random “hey, go sneak in behind him and when I wave, smile and I’ll take the picture” one, I’ll have to see about getting that. And the more I look at that one, the more I think it would have been funny, almost album-coverish if Pete and Nate would have looked off in random directions, but I think thats only because my eyes are closed.

The next project for me, aside from FINALLY getting a photo gallery up and running (I think its coming soon, later today even?) is to arrange all of my “collectibles” from the weekend. I still impress myself that I followed through on the “I need something from every place we go” promise.

While I’m at it, there’s no way I could let a post go by without bringing up this nugget of information I found in the TV listings section of Sunday’s paper:

The relevance of this question to this site is amazing. “Vic in Columbus” has OBVIOUSLY never met Tony.

Answer tomorrow.