The Millionizer History Month

When your birthday’s over it’s a let down in some, it’s my party and it should last all month, sort of way. People stop fawning over you and celebrating your mere existence. Money stops coming in the mail and you’re just another year older wondering how you’re not 18 anymore. Even though I used a bunch of yous back there I really meant to just talk for myself but once I realized what I had done I was too lazy to go back and edit, so I wrote this dangly sentence. My point is, I’m not going to let that happen. I declare the month of June, the month of the Millionizer. It’s like Black History Month, Women’s History Month, or how December is all about cheer and sometimes Chanuka. June is for me. I mean, June is for us. There will be symposiums and lectures, I’ll keep you updated in my newsletter.

TBU took me out to a wonderful dinner at Chaminade. I had such a fun time. He had the filet mignon and I had a caesar salad with chicken. Both excellent. EXCELLENT. The server reserved us a corner table over looking the ocean and it was just at sunset. Well played indeed, TBU.

More later. Promise.

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