27 September 13ths later
So I am told that 27 years ago today I was born into this world. I say “I am told”, because who knows if I can trust my parents… They lied to me about Santa and the Easter bunny for years.
This really isn’t a milsetone, but then again milestones are arbitrary anyway. If we lived in a base 3 world I’d be 1000, or in base 9 land I would be 30, so I guess I can celebrate that. (Thus concludes the mathematics/geeky section of this blog)
Besides our obsession with celebrating decades, we conveniently decided to celebrate “odd numbers” once-in-a-white. 15 isn’t special, but we have sweet 16. Our various world governments seem to love 18,19 and 21 (or some combination) and once you hit 50 we seems to celebrate the half decades a lot more… Apparently people that are closer to the average mortality rate need more to celebrate.
The celebration of an anniversary of any arbitrary event is a time old tradition that Hallmark loves and men anguish over. But I for one salute the arbitrary partying for my impressive achievement of being born. Truth be told I can’t take all the credit, I think my mother was there too…
I love the question “Do you feel any older today?”, Of course I don’t I am simply one 24 hour period older than I was yesterday… well actually, not true, I do feel older, but that may have to do with the 27 alcoholic drinks my mates and I consumed over the past 30 hours.
Thank you to everyone for the Facebook well wishes and to the people that send cards over the ocean, your love is much appreciated! For those that are around, party in London, England September 19th, all you need to bring is your mouth and some, no doubt, lovely waiter or waitress will kindly supply the booze (for a small fee of course). Details of locations to be sent out this week.