30

So, if you were wondering what was up with the random lists of 30 lately, it should now be pretty apparent. I have officially entered my third decade on this rock we call Earth.
Where was I when the clock struck midnight? You guessed it! Down here in the vault.

I wish I could claim that age ain't nothin' but a number, but from my nostalgia-laden previous posts, I'm sure you can imagine that I feel my years more now than I did at this time last year.

So it is with great hope that I look forward to the next 30 years. I hope that I can somehow learn to shed the husk of cynicism and skepticism that accompany adulthood. I hope that I can become more like the man I wish I was.

And you're invited, by the way, to my small birthday get together--tomorrow, the 7th from 6 - 8 I'll be imbibing with friends at Chez Gaudy on Capitol Hill. The address, I believe is 1802 Bellevue. I think we'll be attempting to see Strangers with Candy after--and you're invited to join us to see that, as well.