As of 11:01 AM this morning (looked it up on my birth certificate last night) I am officially thirty-five years old.
Hooray for me!
It’s been an uncharacteristically mellow day. Went out to breakfast, took a short drive through the country to see the Washington Monument on South Mountain and am now in Hanover to do a little partying with the locals. It’s the mellowest birthday I’ve had in a long while. See the list:
2007 – Went to Disney World for the weekend with a couple of folk.
2006 – Saw The Nutcracker in the old Philly Opera House.
2005 – Had my parents and grandmother drive to Nashville, saw the Grand Old Opry at the Ryman
2004 – Flew to Dublin for the weekend with a friend.
2003 – Simon and Garfunkel the night before, followed by cake at midnight and lots of good meals during the day with a blowout party – culminating in Saddam’s Sunday morning capture.
2002 – I think I actually worked this day. Stupid.
2001 – Partied in two Washington locations Friday night, Philly on Saturday night and South Jersey on Sunday night. Seventy-two hours of partying.
Ad infinitum.
Birthdays are kind of a big deal hereabouts. Tribute is welcome.