Happy birthday to me!

Yes, folks, it’s the Best Day of the Year once again!

Birthday

The Beatles

You say it’s your birthday

It’s my birthday too–yeah

They say it’s your birthday

We’re gonna have a good time

I’m glad it’s your birthday

Happy birthday to you.

Yes we’re going to a party party

Yes we’re going to a party party

Yes we’re going to a party party.

I would like you to dance–Birthday

Take a cha-cha-cha-chance-Birthday

I would like you to dance–Birthday

Dance

You say it’s your birthday

Well it’s my birthday too–yeah

You say it’s your birthday

We’re gonna have a good time

I’m glad it’s your birthday

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday, you suave accordion player, you. That’s Mom to my right — she organized a litte surprise party for me on Sunday. I’m breaking my “ease up on the carbs at night” rule with these cakes, but hey: it’s my birthday!. That right, bucko: cakes, as in the plural of cake. Anything worth doing is worth overdoing, and this philosophy will carry over to the big birthday bash this Saturday.

Life’s been nothing short of eventful since I turned 30. The day I turned 30, I wrote an amazing letter of resignation in which I called my boss a “self-serving, self-aggrandizing grifter” and went off to start my own little consulting firm. I went on an amazing trip to Japan just before my 31st birthday. Almost exactly midway between my 31st and 32nd birthdays, I played the accordion in public for the first time, a life-changing event in so many ways. I accidentally made out with a nineteen-year old before my 32nd and had an even more amazing trip to Prague shortly after. I packed a record-breaking number of people at my 33rd birthday party (which came complete with a fireworks display, courtesy of my friend Chris) and moved to San Francisco shortly afterwards. A small but significant number of the wrong girls (wrong in the sense that they were seeing friends of mine, completely nuts, or both) admitted their crushes on me during some awkward (but fun in that perverse sort of way that a guy like me would appreciate) moments during my 34th birthday party.

I’m sure I’ll do some more self-indulgent nattering as the week goes on. Hey, it’s my blog and I can do whatever the hell I want. In the meantime, here are some pieces I found using Google on turning 35:

Before I go, a quick excerpt from a Smash Mouth song, Let’s Rock:

Lately I’ve been thinking about the past

About the good times

And have they all come and gone

And are there more years behind than ahead

Then I say to myself

“Fuck it, let’s rock!”

My sentiments exactly.

Joey deVilla