The Big Three-Oh

No post yesterday as I was busily engaged in Rader Birthday-a-Thon 2003! Wednesday birthdays suck. Still, had a damn fine time.

Spent Tuesday night in Philly. My brother baked an excellent cake and provided presents, my aunt brought over some very good grub and we all had some beers. Then it was off to the Simon and Garfunkel show (with special guests, the Everly Brothers). Not bad, not entirely my cup of tea and they didn’t play very much bouncy music but I did enjoy it. Especially picking on the older-than-me people all over the place acting like they were sixteen or seventeen again. Back to my bro’s for champagne at midnight and too little sleep.

Up Wednesday and out of the city by 9. Off to Carlisle for lunch at the Market Cross with the folks. Good beer. Good Shepherd’s Pie. Got home for a little while and then off to York for supper at Prudhomme’s Lost Cajun kitchen. A little gator, a little crawfish, a little jambalya, a little Yuengling Lager and lots of excellent company. Survived the fog and rain to make it home in time for a birthday pint of Guinness and then off to sleep the sleep of the old man who still covers ground like he’s in his twenties.

All in all a most excellent day. I heard that the day was identical to my actual birthday: a Wednesday with snow on the ground and raining. I guess the Good Lord thought he’d really pull out all the stops for the big day.

Thanks to all who sent birthday greetings, the calvacade of comments on my Tuesday post was a welcome surprise when I got in this morning to check in on things. Being thirty ain’t all that bad. Kind of like being 29 with a few more aches and pains. And now we’re off to see what the future will bring.