Happy Birthday to ME?

It's silly to write this because most people who read this already know this. But I feel the need to record it here anyway.

Friday was my birthday...my 27th birthday. How depressing! No kid ever says, "I want to be 27 when I grow up!" Please note the picture...Nice, huh... Someone sending you beautiful flowers and a balloon on your birthday? Yeah, not when the balloon says "30th birthday!" on it and you're 27. Not when the person did it on purpose and spends the whole day referring to you as being 30...even calls friends and family and has them send emails wishing you a happy 30th birthday.

Devilish, I tell you.

I had a little meltdown on Saturday morning, but I think I'll be OK now. Maybe I'll be hit with a truck before I turn 28, thus stopping the hands of time.

As an aside, I have one of those little flip calendars with inspirational quotes on it. Today's quote is from Oswald Chambers and says this: "You are born into this world and will probably never know to whose prayers your life is the answer." I thought that was kinda neat, so I figured I should write it down before I forget about it.

On another note, I spent Saturday night working a STYX concert at a local festival. Actually, it's not STYX anymore...I think all but one of them are probably dead by now. It's a singer from STYX who sings the music of STYX. However, if you get enough drunk rednecks together, they don't know the difference. The guy's name is Dennis DeYoung, I think, but he should really consider changing his name to Dennis DeOld. Rockers just don't age well!

The people-watching was great. Every established mullet hunter knows that festivals are the mullet head's natural habitat. Mullet lovers are drawn to places where they can win their "pretty lady" a prize to show their manliness. They're also drawn to hear bands from the 80's. We saw some pretty impressive specimens. We were assailed with cries of "THAT'S IT, ROCK LIKE WE USED TO!" and "If you go down some on the price of that T-shirt, I might buy it. I don't make that much money!" and "GIVE US SOME MR. ROBOTO!" I even saw a guy sporting a RATT T-shirt. I think that was my first RATT T-shirt spotting.

Rock on!