Hey, remember that time I had a blog?
So, today's the 4th of July and also my birthday. I am 33. This seems totally implausible to me, seeing as I don't really really believe I ever turned 30, and am still kind of amazed I'm even of drinking age.
Ish bought me the Flight of the Conchords DVD and the complete third season of Columbo. You may not think this is romantic, but I am absolutely tickled by Columbo (bad hair, crazy lip gloss, hilarious dialogue, smoking in offices, rich drunk people, and a certain kind of objectification of women you just can't find on tv these days -- what's not to love?). He also got me Rock Band for the Wii.
Our only plans for the whole day are to enjoy these gifts, perhaps with some booze.
This was never how a younger version of me would have expected me to spend my 33rd birthday, but -- save for being a little closer to my family -- I really couldn't be happier.