Just wanted to take a moment to say happy birthday to my brother Dan, who turns 25 years old today, which is just completely mind boggling and absolutely ridiculous, because if he’s 25 years old, well that must make me (let’s see… carry the one…) … 112? I don’t know I was never so good with the whole math thing. Either way, we’re clearly all getting very old. I mean, that’s a whole quarter of a century – my little brother is a quarter of a century old today. That’s a pretty big deal. Hey, he can rent a car now.
Kevin warned me back when I turned 25 that it was all down hill from there – and that after you hit 25 you had nothing left to look forward to but old age and becoming decrepit. That’s not true at all, Dan! Don’t listen to the haters – I would say I’ve had all my BEST years since turning 25.
Anyway, I know he had some sort of raucous festivities in my parents’ newly finished basement last night – hopefully he had a total blast and everything is still in tact
Happy Birthday, Cuban B !!! (That’s his nickname – its a reference to the movie Half Baked – yeah, I don’t really get it either, but then again I’m like 112 :p)