Monday, June 23, 2008

They Say It's Your Birthday

Remember when Elizabeth Shue sees herself in the doorway during Back to the Future 2 and screams "I'm old" and faints.

I'm totally not having one of those moments today.

I'm 28 today. Go me. I'm approaching the big 3-0 (and someone once told me that 30 is the new 40, although for the life of me I have no idea what the hell she was talking about).

Celebration will involve, in it's entirety, dinner out. As it stands, my birthday is the closing ceremony for the 3-day binge of birthday parties in my household. Abby's birthday is two days before mine, and I suspect that when she and I start planning a family, we'll be aiming for June just to keep things simple. Should make for some interesting Septembers. I digress.

Saturday for Abby trumps anything that might happen for me today. In addition to wedding photos and steak dinner (my woman loves her red meat), her Master's diploma and stimulus check both arrived that day. Well done, indeed.

And I'm fine with all that. I'm well past the point when birthdays are a big deal. All I can say is that 28 feels an awful lot like 27, but not nearly as much as 27 felt like 26. Weird.


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