I’m 32 years old today. Thirty-two is an interesting number because it’s a power of two. Today I can slice my life in half, into fourths, into eighths, into sixteenths. Half a lifetime ago I celebrated my 16th birthday in Australia. I’m now twice as old as I was at the end of 80s. Weird.
Matt and I had lunch at E.J.’s in the Village this afternoon, and as an early birthday present, Ron Rifkin of Alias and (presumably) his wife were sitting at the table next to us. Matt later told me that he admired my self-restraint and subtlety in not staring, since I’m known sometimes to melt around celebrities. Afterwards I thought that maybe I could have gone up to him and quietly whispered some code words in his ear. But I don’t think he would have enjoyed that.
We did some shopping after lunch, and now we’re relaxing. I’m going to play with my new iPod and watch a rented movie. Tonight we’re going out to meet a bunch of friends for a birthday celebration. It should be a much better birthday than last year’s, when I had the flu. Yep, it should be a good one. Happy Birthday to me.
I was 32 in 1979. That was the year I met someone dying from what several years later would be identified as AIDS.
Happy Birthday!!!
Happy Birthday!
I was 32 in 1995. Honestly, it was a dull year so I hope your 32nd is more exciting (I did work out at the gym next to Charlie Sheen, but even that wasn’t too exciting).
Hap-hap-happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday (belated)! I had a great time last night, sorry I couldn’t stay longer. Mwah.
Happy 30th Birthday (for the third time), Jeff, and many happy returns! I quite like the way you spent your birthday.
And may I ask where exactly in Australia you celebrated your 16th birthday?
Not here: http://travelvictoria.com.au/daylesford/
And I was 32 in 1983 – that makes one feel really old doesn’t it David E.?