My 34th birthday ended up being really awesome. In fact, it's still rather awesome, because, with much urging, I decided to spontaneously take a day off. If you know me, you realize how unusual this is. Perhaps 34 will be the year that I turn into a complete slacker! Never answering emails within seconds of receiving, only writing 150 words on each poem I annotate, etc. Just kidding. But it was an excellent birthday, and here are some highlights.
The Press folks surprised me with a muffin party at 10 am! Then Jay took me out for Indian food at the Saffron Patch. At first we were worried that there would be a samosa shortage, as it was packed, but more arrived just in time. Next, I did some work. After that, dinner with my family. Then finally, a little party coordinated by The Colt. It was all very low-key, and just perfect.
Here I am with The Colt, party planning expert, and other revelers.
Now I just need to write my first poem as a 34-year-old, and everything will be okay.