If Nagle hadn’t reminded me and if Lauren hadn’t told me that she wrapped my gift already, I would have completely forgotten it’s my birthday on Sunday. You guys know I’m not big on birthdays. Actually, given my birthdays in the past I don’t see what I’m not anti-birthday yet. For those of you who don’t know, my birthdays typically have sucked. There were a few exceptions. Last year I was in Colorado with Lauren for my birthday. I skied and it was good. For the past fews years, Chip came over and we watched DVDs all night. I think we’ve done the Kevin Smith marathon twice now. Those were fun birthdays. For a few years there however, my birthdays were something along the lines of: wake up, eat a pizza, go back to bed. Seriously. My parents usually didn’t do anything and most of the time I was alone for most of the day. This year I think Lauren and I are going out for dinner. There’s a nice Italian place here in town that’s almost like being back in the North End of Boston. They do it up right. I will eat and drink and be merry and then perhaps go home and watch Clerks.
Salsa shark.
Wow. 23. That’s going to take a while to sink in huh?
shyeah, try 24 on for size!
or…um…being married? yeah, i think that’s a little more intense than, say, 23.
Happy Early Birthday! I’ll probably be in Indiana that day, without much Internet access to speak of. Probably be working on getting Hindenburg happy in it’s new home.
I’ll probably be doing a Kevin Smith night for New Year’s Eve, though it won’t be the same.
Hey it’s a day late….so happy birthday. and married-shmarried, getting older is poop.
Children!