Had a birthday last week. That's one more trip around the sun and natural selection hasn't gotten the better of me yet. Is good.
I'm 38 this year. For whatever reason, I find it interesting to break my age down into even factors, which leaves me with 19 and 2 this time round. I don't remember being 2, but at 19, I was in my freshman year of college at UCD. I was working a counter job at a health club on the weekends, commuting to school, succeeding fairly well academically, and was working up to becoming a total emotional mess. If I could hop in a time machine and pull that girl aside, what would I tell her? Absolutely nothing. She'll figure it out. And if I told her how long it was going to take to get there, I'd only bum her out.
Plus, we still don't really have hover boards or flying cars yet, and if she knew I was from the future, you know she would ask.
So... Looking forward then.
I've got a trip to New Orleans coming up. Never been. In fact I've never been east of Texas, which most folks will agree is not particularly east at all. I'm pretty excited. I won't have a whole lot of time there, but I'm hoping to hear some good jazz and eat a lot of good food and maybe, if I'm very lucky, see a firefly.
So for now, I'm going to stick to being excited about New Orleans. I should point out that getting psyched up about New Orleans if you're me means watching "The Princess and Frog" four times. In certain respects, Miss 19-year-old and I still have a fair bit in common.