i say it's my birthday...

Na na na na na na na nuh!

Today I turned 31. I'm a little weirded out by this. I don't feel 31 nor do I look 31 but I'm still unnerved. I'm now in my 30s. Scary stuff.

My birthday has been rather uneventful. It's a cold, wet day here in NYC and I'm saddled with a cold so I'm not out whooping it up. I have no voice with which to whoop. I'm also in a race against the clock to get well because the second oldest McDimple girl is getting married on Saturday. I fully intend to be going full blast this weekend with family and friends doing the "Cha Cha Slide" and whirling about to "Cotton Eye Joe" like nobody's business. I will also need all my strength to fend off the myriad "So, are you next?" inquiries. ::shudder::

My birthday shindig will take place in early November when the funk is long gone and the wedding dust has finally settled. In the meantime, I'm popping the vitamin C like it's my job and nursing myself back to health. However, tonight I'm allowing myself a beer while watching my beloved Yankees. I've got my rally cap on in the hopes that they'll roar back to life and win the pennant on my birthday. Of course, I'll accept this gift belatedly. I mean, I won't say no to an ALCS championship later in the week either. But all the same, let's try to wrap this up tonight, boys. I seriously cannot look at Johnny Damon's ridiculous bouncy mane and his George Michael-Faith-era facial hair one more day.