Tomorrow its the big 39. I don’t feel 39. Except at, like, 10:30pm at night (both nights of the year I’m up that late). For some reason my ankles and lower back just start aching at that hour, and my response time drops very quickly.
But other than that I’m still the same guy I was 15 years ago.
So what, you ask, what am I doing for my 39th birthday? I like to say I’m getting ‘in touch with reality.’
Kim has a friend from college (one of her bestest friends, as Maya would say) who lives in Denver is flying in with her five year old son. I’ll be watching Charlie (the child’s name) and my two while Kim and her friend go out to see Sex And The City.
You know, they haven’t seen each other, “In, like, forever…” and I have a birthday every year.
I like to keep it real.
I think we’ll go swimming, and then we’ll grab some food somewhere. Maybe pizza for the kids.
Can’t be too late though – I don’t eat cheese any more and spicy red sauce I can’t take after about 8pm or it gives me too much hearburn.