And Now...26...Good Grief...

I say it every year, and every year it's harder to believe: Another year? Really? Have I really tipped over the mid-20 mark? 26? Good grief! At what point does my voice sound like the adults on Charlie Brown?

25 was a good year. I could recap here, or I could be lazy and just reference the last year's worth of posts.

The kickoff to 26 promises another year of adventures. Saturday, the gang (Chris, Julie, Christina, Nick and myself) headed out to Philly for a day of adventures and a lot of eating. Christy and Julie planned a great day and then today after work the gang treated us to dinner at Ironhill. It's been an awesome birthday bash.

So now, I'm really tired...and it's time for a good rest before the last string of rock shows...g'night friends, and thanks for all your kind wishes.