37? In a Row?

I'm 37. Today is my birthday. I am now in my late 30's. But my maturity level is still right around 18. Because every time someone asks me how old I'm turning, yes, people still ask that question, I think of this scene in Clerks. Clerks, if you haven't seen it, is a raunchy, hilarious film from Kevin Smith, it had a non-existent budget so it's gritty and kind of ugly but you don't care. It's clever and weird and filthy. Set in the early 1990's, following one day in the lives of two charmingly vulgar young men in their 20's, as they work shitty jobs at a convenience and a video store. You can tell how old this movie is because actual video stores still existed. Warning, like I said, vulgar, sexual, don't watch if you don't like that. Oh, come on, live a little. Watch it.




Every time I start to say 37, I just hear Dante in my head, shouting at his girlfriend: "I'm 37? 37! My girlfriend sucked 37 dicks?

So I may be getting older, but I'm still ridiculously immature. "37? In a row?"

I spent my birthday like a mature adult though. An early morning jog, then work, tasty lunch with one of my favorite ladies, more work, followed by a brief appearance at a client's event, which included the chance to meet two women business owners that I deeply admire for the work they do for nonprofits in our community, and for the fabulous shop they own, Stuff, in Brookside, where Joe bought my birthday present actually!

And then a relaxing dinner and berry beer with the husband. It was a good day. Not to mention the ego boosting delight of having my Facebook page explode all day with birthday wishes from friends near and far. I'm lucky. I'm spoiled, and I couldn't have had a better day. The dog has been walked, the work clothes traded for an old tshirt, now to relax on the couch with a couple of episodes of the addictive Luther. So thank you, dear friends, for making today a gem. Can't wait for the next 37.