How do you celebrate your birthday on such a mundane year as 43? I won’t even get into the fact that it’s my “George W. Bush” year simply because I choose to steer clear of politics on this site. And since last year I didn’t have an affair with an intern and the free trade agreement I signed with the Mexican restaurant at the end of the street hasn’t brought me any discounted hot tamales, I don’t foresee any 9/11 scale events. But next year – oh next year. Maybe that’s when I’ll finally get to greenbOw alaBAMA! I have no idea what that means. But like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get…
So, how does one celebrate? The beach, bike rides and of course a roll of film.