Ok, some of you may be aware (thanks to MySpace and Facebook) that tomorrow is my 25th birthday. While most people get psyched about their birthday, I am not. You may be wondering why I'm down about a day which should be filled with celebration and happiness. Well, let me put it as flat out as I can... Getting old sucks.
I'm just not that psyched to be spending my birthday here in Boulder. Inevitably, I'll end up working all day (probably late) and
head out for dinner somewhere in town, go for a run and then sit at home and watch a disc 6 and 7 of season 3 of 24. Wow, way to burn up the town, Dave.
So, here's to me and my rockstar birthday. No cake, no ice cream, just another day. Hey, at least now I can get rental cars for decent prices.
JetBlue just sent me an e-mail... Flights home are on sale, $258 round trip. Looks like the credit card could be taking a hit at some point soon. That would be a nice birthday present to myself. I've got to use up that vacation time soon. Perhaps a Labor day trip home?
Thanks for the call.
Anonymous : hahaha....3am now. have i ever mentioned i love beer?