Everyone is getting really old

I wanted to call this post 'Get Born' but then I realized that that's the name of that Jet album; an album that I've shunned for a laundry list of reasons. I'll spare you that list. In the words of whoever updates the Blackspot myspace page, "Action speaks louder than hair." Exactly!

And on to some people that have quite nice hair (better than most): It's a week of birthdays over here in my little world. Last night I headed over to one of our usual drinking establishments to wish Mike and Dan a happy happy and got to see lots of the gang. Drank Carlsberg (Probably the best birthday beer in the world), because that's what I do when I'm happy and in good company. Whoever was DJing played The Exploding Hearts, nice! That's a band that woulda, coulda, shoulda but, thee most unfortunate stuff happened.

Wow that's depressing...let's get happy: Tomorrow is Nilla's birthday. She flew all the way from Sweden just to let me take her around the city on her special day! No, not quite, but it's really good timing. I think we'll check out Jackson Park and see where the day takes us. Oh yeah, work can just HOLD while I celebrate m'sweet's day. The forcast calls for me not getting up at 7:00 and fighting SUV driving doods (got flicked off yesterday, Michigan plates) as I ride through the loop.

I'm sorta bummed that Nervous Acid is closing up shop. It was one of my daily reads and, like some of my friends hair, better than most.