Being 36 – Start Wearing Purple
I turned 36 last week. It would seem that time goes faster as you get older. It certainly doesn’t feel like a year since I wrote about my 35th birthday. How did I get so old?
Anyway, I had another exceptional birthday. You’d think nothing could come close to matching a surprise party, but you would be mistaken. This year I had fun in a room full of strangers, enjoying the tremendously life-affirming music of Gogol Bordello. Again, my profound thanks are extended to the gorgeous girlfriend, who acquired the tickets, and without whose company the evening would not have been nearly half as enjoyable.