Little Things

It's my birthday, and I haven't put anything up in awhile. These two things are unrelated, and do not belong in a sentence together.
Recently I have been thinking about how I inevitably feel disappointed by anything I spend any time anticipating-- parties, Christmas, new Coen brothers movies, concerts, members of the opposite sex, wonton soup, just about anything. And as I thought about this it occurred to me that one big exception is peeing. Nothing lives up to hype as consistently as the moment when you finally get to pee after you've held it for half an hour. I find that this is particularly satisfying when I'm peeing in a dark alley or on a building that represents something I dislike, such as a church or country club.

Sidenote:
My birthday party last night lived up to my expectations, and not just because I got to pee a lot-- I saw a lot of people I liked, I got just the right amount of drunk, and I got to wear a sombrero with a fan and a bowl of M&Ms on it.