Fathers Birth Update

This just in. As you may or may not know, I am currently in the midsts of celebrating an early fathers day/21st birthday "fathers birth" (sadly the best name combination I could think of). So far the festivities have included watching an awful children's show called Yo Gabba Gabba where otherwise frightening characters sing about the joys of jumping around and not being ugly. Occasionally, the shows pudgy writer comes on with his band so he can relive his glory days in front of toddlers. I hope his paycheck compensates for an utter lack of dignity.
We also went for a pleasant walk on the beach. One that quickly devolved into a discussion about the middle class. Quick quiz: you can tell someones a white liberal when they: (A) use the word privilege (B) name drop the countries they've travelled to (C) talk about how the economy has solely hurt them (D) all of the above. If you picked D you were either (1) there or (2) privy to way too many pretentious conversations.
Yet my favorite part of the day so far is the birthday present I received. A bottle of Chocolate Raspberry Vodka. Now I know you, my imaginary audience, just made a face. It was either one of disgust (because you consider yourself above flavored vodka) appreciation (because your trashy) or joy for a college student that just got free booze. I'm leaning more towards the latter myself. If my niece turns on another episode of Yo Gabba Gabba I know I'm going to need it.