Well, I'm officially over the hump and heading toward the dreaded three-oh: Today I turn 26. Birthdays don't really mean much any more these days, I guess. Katia and I plan to have dinner in a nice restaurant, grab a drink and then I'll cry into my pillow for two hours. Okay, so it's not so bad. But I do remember people saying you're supposed to get wiser as you age, and I don't think that's happening.
Over the weekend, we had a small party for my birthday. For a few hours before the party, I had a few people over early to play XBOX 360, which was a ton of fun. We played Fight Night Round 3, bashing each other in the face while yelling and screaming because of the ultra-realistic boxing graphics, and then some Call of Duty 2 (Goldeneye-style four-player split-screen Allied versus Axis action) and it was loads of fun. Truly the official christening of my XBOX 360.
Once everyone else arrived, we turned to drinking, eating and, eventually, playing some pictionary. I had a fun time, and it seems like everyone else did as well. The night ended with a lengthy discussion on current trends popular music and everyone scraping the bottom of the seven-layer dip container.
We bought way too much alcohol, so Katia will be drinking forty beers a day for the next month to get rid of it. You can see a few pictures from the party on Flickr.
It's official: Today I'm 25. This is the start of a week-long one-third life crisis, during which I will experience fits of crying, then laughing, then crying again. At one point, I will buy a Porsche and crash it into a ravine. Then I'll go back to my high school and wear clothes that are too small and pretend that I'm still seventeen, and that I don't have to go to work every day and be responsible, and I'll talk about how it's so great to be young and how we'll be young forever.