Contemplating 32 from the bottom of a 46oz. margarita

When I was six, I thought that by thirty-two I'd have a house, family, career and would probably be looking at retirement options. Now that I'm thirty-two, I know that life is just beginning to take shape. When I was six, I didn't know about the pleasure of things like 46 oz. margaritas! I also didn't know of the chaos in life that inspires me to even desire such a thing. Somewhere between the salted rim and bottom of the glass I was reminded that it isn't where you are, but where you are going and for every thing you know, there are a million things you don't know. Well, it was more profound when I was in the middle of that margarita. Anyway, starting my 32nd birthday celebration with margarita goggles on sure made the transition more colorful.

Some of my best people came out to share the experience of turning the age-ometer over another year. We played funk/soul records all night, ate some delicious cake and talked about all the silly stuff we could. Some even made balloon personalities for me. I'd like to thank all those lovely people for sharing the celebration, but especially my wife for organizing everything seamlessly. I have a feeling that thirty-two will be a good year.