
Um, so, guess what? Last night? It wasn’t my birthday. My birthday is actually May 2. Basically, you’ve been punked.
Before you try to put my head in a guillotine, allow me to explain.
About 4 days ago, unbeknownst to me, DJ Mac had announced on the blog that my birthday was August 3rd. I don’t know where he got that from. (yo, Kirk, where did you hear that anyway?) All I know is, when I returned to the blog after being away from a few days, I saw his post, plus a bunch of subsequent posts wishing me a happy birthday. At first I thought, hmm, that’s weird, it’s not my birthday or anything, I better let them know. So, I started writing a reply, basically saying, “Thanks for the birthday wishes everybody, but it’s not my birthday.”
I was just about to hit the “submit” button – with my hand literally poised on the mouse ready to click – when all of the sudden I paused. Hmm, I thought. I wonder what would happen if I just, you know, let everyone continue believing it’s my birthday.
I thought, well that could be fun. It would be a funny prank AND I’d get to have two birthdays this year. I figured, no big deal. A few people will slap me on the back and say, “Happy birthday,” and somebody would give me a card and then on Monday, today, I would mention that you had been punked, and we’d have a good laugh and that’d be it.
What I did not expect was for Patti to make me a birthday party hat, or MC Michelle to get on stage and announce it on the microphone, or everybody in the joint to wish me a happy birthday at one point or another, including people I never met before, and while I did expect a card from Shaaron and friends, I had no idea it to be 10 feet wide, and signed by a million people and, I guess what I’m saying is, I never realized that you all were going to give me the best second birthday a person could ever have, and that you would all made me feel like a birthday princess because, man oh man, did this prank take ever on a life of its own — which I never meant to happen, but which, I guess, on another level, makes it even funnier that it did.
In my defense, I did make sure to buy back anybody a round that bought me one, and then some. And I promise to pay Shaaron and Patti back for the giant card, which must’ve cost 90 bucks or something
Anyway, so that’s it – you’ve been punked. I hope you take it in the spirit for which it was intended, but mostly, I want to thank you all for giving me, by far, the greatest second birthday a person could ever have. You have made me the happiest princess in the whole wide world.
Princess Ed
