Another Trip Around the Sun Successfully MadeJanuary 29, 2011
Friday was my birthday, so of course I spent that day and the previous two bed-bound by some sort of flu-like bug. Not the best way to rock in turning 32, but at least no astronauts died this time.
Anyway, NFL.com saw fit to wish me a happy birthday by sending me the most unintentionally funny email I’ve ever been a witness to.
American football fans will have some mordant chuckles about a Philadelphia Eagles jersey with “Failure” emblazoned on the back, especially after the team’s late-season flame-out. And maybe if I hadn’t blown my budget on Nyquil and Gatorade I’d have bought the damn thing too.
32 doesn’t feel any different than 31. Or 30 for that matter. I think 34 is the next age where you feel something different because 1) you’re out of your early 30′s, and 2) you’ve passed the 1/3 mark on the march to 100.
Anyway, I think I tamed this stupid sick bug enough to do an improv show (hope you enjoy it, Lora), drink a lot of Guinness with a large group of friends, and rock the karaoke mic with some Baby Got Back. And if I haven’t tamed the bug, well, at least I won’t have to drink a lot to get wasted then. Cheap date birthday night with a tuberculous patient! Whoo-hoo! Ladies, line up to the left after getting your inoculations on the right. We’re going to party like it’s 1299 and the Black Death is upon us!