Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 42. If I want to take The Hitchhiker’s Guide of the Galaxy view of things, it means that I have reached the “Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, The Universe, and Everything.” It all sounds pretty impressive, but I can’t say I feel any more enlightened then I did on Wednesday, when I was merely 41.
Yesterday was on the quiet side. I ate a few “special” cookies a friend of mine gave me, drank a lot of coffee, played some video games, indulged in a lovely vanilla bean cheesecake. Tonight will be more of an actual celebration with a trip to the Boheme Pittsburgh Vintage and Artist market, and then dinner at the uber-trendy Ace Hotel.
There was a time when I would celebrate my birthday for days and days. Cocaine-fueled drunken...
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