The New Twenty

Today is my thirtieth birthday.

A couple of observations:

1. New Year’s Resolutions are bullshit. I’ve already forgotten mine, and chances are, you have too. That’s because they come every year, for chrissakes. I mean, who can keep up with something like that? On the other hand, 30 comes only once in your life. Trust me, you are going to remember that shit. So I’ve decided to have a 30th Birthday resolution: I’m gonna get ripped like my buddy Weston. To that end, I hired a trainer, twice a week, until my trip to Greece in July. Let’s see how that goes.

2. The urge to celebrate has definitely been taken down a notch. Usually I have a big shitshow party for my birthday. Not this year. This year “I’ll be somewhere calmly/Listening to R&B.” Gon git dat fiya up in Jaaaaaamaica!

3. Going to Babbo for dinner, my favorite restaurant in NYC. I can’t wait for the tasting menu!

Here is some Jay-Z for yah in honor of my Dirtieth:

2 Responses to “The New Twenty”

  • i love that song. so sad that it’s now our anthem. happy dirtieth indeed

    Young enough to know the right car to buy
    Yet grown enough not to put rims on it
    I got that six-deuece with curtains, so you can’t see me
    And I didn’t even have to put tints on it

  • happy happy happy. You’re *almost* as old as me. I’m sad to have missed you yesterday….I guess I’ll have to get my drink from you next time…maybe this weekend?

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