Happy Happy Birthday to Me!

"Happy Happy Birthday to Me" happens to be a great little indie record label out of Athens, GA, but it's also my self-promoting manifesto for the coming week. I'll be entering a new decade on Thursday: the dirty thirties. I like what Fitzgerald's narrator of The Great Gatsby has to say about turning 30--

I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous menacing road of a new decade...Thirty--the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning brief-case of enthusiasm, thinning hair.

To ease the pain, I'm throwing (or rather, my friends are throwing) a hellacious party in my honor. Chances are you already received an evite invitation informing you of said party, but it's possible that I missed some of you. If that's you, and you aren't terribly offended and would like to attend, then leave a comment, I'll shoot you the details, along with a groveling apology.