Happy Birthday Me! | 10/09/08
Happy birthday me! Nothing says "you're 29" quite like eye black. At first I tried making me look like a clown but that got too creepy so I settled for a football player (one of the elite 160-lb variety). I spent my birthday working until around 3:45 when I picked up Kathy from GW and then Jamie for a birthday dinner in Georgetown at a little pub where Chris and I ate when he was en route to Lowell. After dinner Jamie went shopping and I dropped Kathy off at the metro for a night of playing with Chompy and enjoying several bottles of High Life. Steve indulged me in a game of online football and even let me win since it was my birthday. Pretty excited stuff. Steve sent me a Cubs flag and my parents rounded it out with an almost ironic Cubs 2008 NL Central champions t-shirt. Apparently they were sold out of the "Haven't Won A Playoff Game since 2003" ones.
The big goal of my 29th year of not-dying is to take more chances. Although I don't have a traditional job, life is still pretty boring so I'm really going to milk the HGA for all they're worth in the coming months. I don't plan on doing anything reckless like getting a motorcycle or trading in the Taurus for a Jaguar but I am firmly committed to having more fun. That's taking a chance right? Fun? Does it make you old when you have to schedule fun?