Today Ross turns the ripe OLD age of 30. He is the last to join the crusty ranks of ornery JA bastards. Swerb, it appears from a press article, is already 40.
So in the grand JA tradition - Happy Birthday MOTHERFUCKER!
I would like to say thanks to both Johns for coming out to Chicago to suprise my ass for my birthday Saturday night, but thanks most of all to my wonderful girlfriend Heather for organizing and planning this masterpiece so expertly. She pulled off the impossible, considering that she relied on my friend Fregly to keep his mouth shut and pull me away at the appropriate times, and improvising lies to keep me in the dark on the fly. No one slipped up (much). Nice work by all.
It really makes me realize, though, in hindsight, how credulous I was. For all the squawking I do about being a skeptic, I sure did let a lot of odd activity go by unasked. But this time it worked in my favor because I was completely and totally shocked to see my living room full of people. I'm not going to forget that anytime soon. That was great.
