Today is The Sidekick's Birthday.
For the 2nd year in a row, I have been unable to attend, due to work and family commitments.
It kinda passes me off.
The Sidekick's B-day was always the one day a year that was no-strings-attached. My wife understood - hell, she at times encouraged - the fact that we would act like drunken retards. It was understood that we'd probably go out for dinner with a group of people, have a good time, and then it was drinking and partying until the wee hours of the morning.
Not the last few years. It's not on purpose, but it always seems that something comes up around this time. Nothing major, but just enough to throw a wrench into any chance to go out.
So the Sidekick will be out tonight in the big city, and I'll get updates throughout. He'll have no wingman, and probably fail miserably - but that could just be my envy talking.
Either way, updates aren't the same as being there.
And that sucks.
Happy Birthday, Sidekick - you magnificent bastard.