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Happy New Year, PubNight! I am going to digress a minute before I mention why we should all come out to PubNight tomorrow despite the forecast of shitty weather.
You know, "35" used to be the number of my jersey when I was on the varsity basketball team in high school. I chose that number because it felt like a respectable number, probably because it's the highest number you can count on your fingers using base 6.
Most significantly, I just celebrated "35" as the number of years I have been on the earth (not umbilicized). The harsh reality is that, yes, I am now closer to 40 than 30. But, on the bright side, you can all now vote for me as President of the United States! BTW, those of you with damning photos, please light them on fire.
I would love to celebrate my birthday with you all. After New Year's Eve, my house hasn't fully recovered. So, I don't plan on any big birthday bacchanal, just a few drinks with a bunch of my PN buddies at this week's PubNight. That would make me very happy. And, since I really like Madame X (and we haven't been there since 2005), let's go there.
AND, another reason to come out to PubNight despite ice, rain and freezing temps is that not all of us saw each other for New Year's Eve; it's time to compare notes. Together, let's break the resolution to "drink a little less."
Lastly, dare I mention, the Pussy Galore that awaits? Titillated? Come to Madame X to drink it in.