Jesus, 29? How can this be? I feel like a kid. But 29 isn’t kiddily at all, is it?
Anyway, we had a few friends out to dinner at Canton, and it was good.
My new favourite t-shirt.
My new favourite tattoo.
An underexposed Dylan. I’d rather have a dark photo than use a flash, you see. It mostly works, as long as I get my settings right.
Francois and Melanie. One of the waitresses was playing with his baby at the time.
Karl trying to get Louise drunk.
This is either Matteo, or Cthulu. I’m hoping for the latter, the sooner we have our souls devoured, the sooner the pain is over.
Lemon chicken. Very good, but not as good as the crispy roast pork (shutter speed was too slow to capture that, it was all gone in under 1/60th of a second.
Anyway, today I’ve been binging on birthday cake-pie-pudding – banana cream style. Awww yeah
Everyone who came: thank you. Everyone who didn’t make it… Maybe next time, eh?
Happy birfday, young ‘un. One more year and then you’ll be a senior citizen, and it’s all downhill.
My only consolation is that you’re already so far down that hill that when I hit the bottom, there’ll be something to break my fall.
I really preferred being about 24.