I'm really never really any good at birthdays, but this year, I think I've done a little better. Most people at work knew it was my 28th, even people I'd say I didn't really know. I took an hour lunch break for some food with a few friends (an hour where I work is almost like a lifetime - and the fact I planned it is a double bonus to my credit).
The only thing is, the older and bigger I get, the less the day of my birthday really feels like something other that just another day.
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Now, in Julie's defence who has been arranging and buying various nice'ities for my birthday, I do have a week of events going on to celebrate slamming in to my 28th year as a bewildered human.
It just you wake up, and for a moment, the most important moment, it's just another day. I greeted Julie at 6:40am with a "happy birthday to me" (she was only just awake herself), then straight in the shower for the trip up to London.
I worked on a Left Logic proposal on the train. I spent the morning brain-waving a pretty serious performance problem - which I thought I solved, but my prototypes proved otherwise. Took my hour lunch. Yes. Mulled over the performance problem some more, and snuck in a game of GTA on the PSP - cheeky I know, but I won which was a nice birthday treat.
Got the train home. It was late, then delayed, then cancelled. Took a different train home.
Sweated. Lots. More than lots. Anyone who knows me, it was a lot!
Then Julie surprised* me, and we went out for a rather full, floating boat Chinese meal.
Being 28 is no different to 27. Except, perhaps, 28 is the age I will be when I go fully self employed and run Left Logic full time.
* Nothing surprises me. Sad for me I know.
Since I've just worked out how to upload photos when I'm editing my blog in TextMate - here's a picture of my enjoying some fine wine on my 28th.