Now I would be remiss if I did not offer belated birthday wishes to my dear friend Bobo. While our paths have taken different directions, my thoughts turn to Clark Hall Pub and a bleary-eyed drunkard effusing his love and appreciation for everyone in close proximity. (Is "close proximity" redundant?)
Happy birthday Bobo; may all your hangovers be light. A Canadian Tire dollar is on your way.
I see that I've set a dangerous precedent for myself... apologies in advance to the many people whose birthdays I will not acknowledge in the days to come. I'm so "sorry".