Today is my birthday.
I've already received more than a dozen FaceBook messages.
Plus emails and texts.
My BlackBerry may implode.
As usual, Birthday Week is hectic.
Monday was Spanish class.
Yesterday I had dinner and drinks with girlfriends.
Tonight, more dinner and drinks.
Tomorrow I have plans.
Then off to Sudbury on Friday to celebrate Memère’s birthday.
And wouldn't you know ...
I get in to work today and Boss #2 immediately asked me to book Night Staff for tonight.
"How late do you think you'll need someone?" I ask, thinking maybe until 8 or so.
"How late can we have someone?"
I try to remember what the current protocol is.
We used to have around-the-clock secretary staff.
"I think 1 or 2 am now."
He thinks about this. "Hmmm. Can we get someone later if we need it?"
Well, at least he didn't ask ME to stay.
I'm having martinis tonight with the girls.
I have my priorities straight.
However, it's clearly going to be a crazy day.
I'm definitely going to need a few drinks tonight.
And something tells me I'll deserve it.
A dry martini, please, Bombay Sapphire, straight up, stirred, with olives.
Just practicing my line.
Wait! Make it a double!!