In space, no one can hear you scream…”Happy birthday!”
What?! Get a hold of yourself, Corporal Tabs. You’re aboard the Prometheus now. We have a certain standard of professionalism to uphold.
Aw, but, sir! It’s my friend Karen’s birthday weekend. She just turned 37, and I know that we’re all scientists and whatnot, except for that weird android dude, but I think the crew needs to let off some steam. We’re all pretty wired after that incident with the…well, you know the one.
I get it, Corporal. I do. I understand, but if the corporation finds out that we’re all having a big birthday party up here– Well, let’s just say that I wouldn’t want to be on the other end of that video call.
Understood, sir. I promise we’ll keep it down.
You do that, Corporal Tabs. You do that…
— Prometheus (scene was eventually cut from the film)
Morning! I’ve been having a great birthday weekend so far. Thank you very, very much for your kind words and birthday wishes yesterday.
So, yesterday! We started with brunch with El Hub, my bro and his girlfriend in the city, then stopped to listen to a free concert downtown, and then spent a few minutes by the water at Crissy Field beach park right under the watchful gaze of the Golden Gate Bridge.
It was a beautiful sunny day, which you don’t always get in San Francisco, so it was extra nice.
Today, I really just want to go see Prometheus. That’s the only thing on my Sunday agenda. Aliens.
I hope you’re having a great weekend over there. What’s been the highlight so far?
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,