Let's get this party started right....

For years I never really cared about my birthday. Whoop-dee-do. Open some cards, get some cash, open some presents.

Two years ago, I actually forgot it was my birthday. I was hanging out with Marissa, who I'd met a few weeks earlier on a plane back from Quebec. It was stormy, we were driving back to her house from the grocery store and I started talking about how I'd gone camping the week before and burnt up whatever I had left over from my time with Marta. I must've said something about the age difference between us, because Marissa asked how old I was - which is when I realized it was my birthday. It was 5pm and it hadn't occurred to me all day.

Last year I actually had some plans. Vic Ruggiero, the Germs, Ska Night at Delilah's, and Critical Mass all put in an appearance, but the Sushi Para visitation was light - just Jamal and me, sharing our lonely birthday sushi dinner...

Tonight I picked up some tix for the Smoking Popes show on Friday, at which I shall meet Trish after Critical Mass likely heads out to Berwyn. ("BERR-WYNNNN?!?!?!") I also treated myself to dinner at the Handlebar and picked up some cashola to cover this weekend's potential expenses.

Tomorrow the plan is to pick up the Vespa from Old Town - finally! - and meet eight or nine people up at Sushi Para for AYCE BYOB sushi before heading to Delilah's for Ska Night, where I plan to DJ until Chuck shows up (usually late) for his regular gig.

Friday is the aforementioned Critical Mass ride and Smoking Popes show. Sometime this weekend I plan to see the Simpsons movie and get together with Liv and Les for dinner at least.

Monday I spin punk night at Delilah's. It's been a long time.

Tuesday is the Ukrainian Village Draught Beer Preservation Society's Tour de Biergarten. What a cap! I shall be totally tanked out and blitzed. Just in time for GORP next weekend.

I want a fuckin' moped now. Dork.