6 p.m.: Work peeps and more have turned out for the combination happy hour. Diva and I are celebrating our special days together. It’s cheese fries, work peeps, and well, some peeps I don’t know.

8 p.m.: Where did everyone go? Thank God one of the sales guys picked up the tab. There’s a contingent of Diva’s birthday peeps in the bar area, and of course my hard-core alkies are hanging in the smoking room where the REAL party lives.

“Time to head to the G&S?” GWH asks.

10 p.m.: It’s shot time again. Bruce Banner buys a round for the two of us. We manage to choke down Jimmy’s weirdo combination of Starbucks and banana liqueur. There’s some debate about whether the banana shot is 100 proof or made of 100 bananas.

12 a.m.: Oh wow. How drunk am I? This time it’s GotsGame’s roommate TDawg who is serving me another coffee-banana shot. We both take one and then seriously consider throwing up. It’s my birthday after all, and GWH has been promising to get me good and damn drunk for hours now.

Sweet Thang and I decide to play some tunes on the jukebox, and for some reason I think it will be hilariously funny to play songs I think will annoy the entire bar. Hence, the Black Eyed Peas. I’m not sure if I think it will annoy the bar further when I get up and shake my groove thing to BEP.

2 a.m.: I think I might be too old for birthdays like this.