So hey–guess who’s 40 today?
<points thumbs at self> This guy!
I had this long and reflective screed in my head about aging and maturity and being aware of one’s mortality and all that emo stuff, but you know what? Forty doesn’t feel a damn thing different than thirty-nine, or thirty-eight for that matter. Everything that worked yesterday still works today.
There won’t be much celebrating today. I’ve been Skyping with the family in Germania (it’s my mother’s birthday today too), I already got a bunch of birthday loot ahead of time, and the wife’s out of the house until tonight. I may grab the kids at some point this afternoon and head to Dunkin’ Donuts for a dozen sugar bombs. Then I’ll go back home, stack all the donuts in the rough shape of a cake, put some airline-sized bottles of rum on top for candles, and have the best minimal-effort birthday cake ever.
So here’s to 40! <chugs breakfast martini, drops mike, stumbles off stage to halting and embarrassed applause>