Happy Birthday, Kevin! Now, Hurry Up Before We Have to Pay For Another Hour
December 6th, 2007There are few things so universal as birthdays. With the exception of aborted feti (is that the plural of fetus, JZ) and clones, we all get to enjoy the pleasure of marking our continued progress to the grave. And this, my 27th birthday has been no exception.
I’ve had celebrations and happy moments in many places, but folks, if you’ve never had a parking garage birthday, you should. I recommend the garage at Atlantic Station. I had amazing chance to stand behind a cranked mini-van, opening my unwrapped presents as frigid air and car exhaust filled my lungs. But what made this truly special was how my mom, the ever budget-conscious hunter for bargains and deals, found a great way to say ‘Happy Birthday, son’ on a shoe string. Read the rest of this entry »

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