Well, gang. I went and did it. Despite considerable efforts to the contrary, I lived to see my fiftieth birthday.
Last Thursday, some of my friends threw me a grand party that started at 7pm and didn’t stop until we had drained three mini-kegs, two cases of champagne, a big vat of some yummy Hendricks-based cocktail, two bottles of tequila, and a bottle of my favorite Scotch, Lagavulin. Thereby proving that while I may be old, and my liver may be older, I’m not dead yet.
Along the way, they presented me with two of the best presents I’ve ever received: an interstate sign to celebrate the birthday and a highway sign to celebrate the course. They’re full-sized and made of real metal. Isn’t that clever?
Plus, they wrote special messages all over the backs, as pictured below. My favorite: "5 years and just 5 titles? Hope your next 5 are a little more productive." Awww.
Tonight, a fancy dinner. Tomorrow, off to Hawaii with my boys. After that, back in the driver’s seat, if only to lose myself on the highway of life.