i just got back from lunch. it's my last day here. some guys in my group go to a mexican place every friday, and i used to be a big part of that crew but i fell off when i had to do more work through lunch. anyways, today i went.

i come in there and one of my co-workers calls me the 'birthday boy', because we're all celebrating me, or whatever. anyways, one of the waiters hears this. he must have.

after the meal was over, a group of waiters comes over with a giant sombrero and sticks it on my head. they sing some sort of mexican 'happy birthday' song while my picture is snapped on their polaroid. then, out comes.... a dish of strawberry ice cream.

i scanned the card.

i also sent it out to everyone at work with the subject "everyone thinks i'm mexican" (think super troopers)

but the real kick in the teeth was this: in the past, they usually don't give a dish of ice cream to celebrate birthdays. usually they give a shot. apparently i wasn't worthy of that. that's fine with me, but i'm friggin 24 already. i have facial hair and everything!