It's 04-03-02, and 1 day to my birthday. I'm taking an extended weekend to compensate celebrate. In fact, yesterday, my friend Brian C. & I went to my bar of choice, the Full Moon Saloon. I get to make it there once a year, partly due to Dan's not exactly enjoying it, and partly due to the fact it's downtown — a bit far from the abode.

So how was last night? Fabulous. The rain-at-3 held off until about 8, leaving much time to enjoy the music (what a fantastic DJ), the company, and the crowd. Would you believe, I even ended up with a phone number, from a cutie who decided he was my doppelganger-without-a-moustache. (Well, okay, if you'd had enough to drink, maybe. I hadn't hit my 3rd yet.) He was advised that I had a partner—this was apparently not an issue for him—and warned that I have a terrible memory for numbers. Said number already forgotten.

Brian's gift: 2 custom CD's and a hand-drawn birthday card. Even if it is traced, like he said, it's more talent than I have in that arena!

Oh, and the moustache reference above? It wouldn't be a distinguishing factor between us anymore.