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I tentatively predict that I will turn 34 later this week. Don't quote me on that, as something might come up. This is a really interesting series of ages to be in--at 33 you're on a palindrome for the first time in 11 years, at 34 you've finally outlived Jesus, and at 35 you're in a different demographic bracket and thus might as well be dead. Which reminds me: happy belated birthday, Dan!
I am marking the occasion by taking PN to Perdition, which we all remember because it's so incredibly convenient. For us, at least; the rest of you will have to schlep from the A/C/E. There's also a wonderfully chill atmosphere, good drafts, and a very decent pub menu (surprisingly so, because the kitchen is basically a barback with a microwave and a mini-fridge). I may be slightly late because it is MY DAY and you all can just wait for me. (OK, because of family dinner plans. Same difference.)
See you there, assuming Dan doesn't kill me first!
-Mike