Time keeps marching on… like an alarm clock falling down an endless stairwell… Let’s try that again. Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping, into the future. Forget it. I hit the big 2-9 on Thursday. You know what that means – I don’t get to complaing with the cool 30 year-olds yet, but everybody else in their 20s has already grown suspicious of me. That makes for a crappy year (aside from that wedding shindig – I love you honey!)
Anybody who really knows me knows that I don’t go in for the whole birthday celebration. It’s just not my style. Nevertheless (I think I use that word too much) cool stuff is a foot in Hoboken on that very same evening. First and foremost is a free Hoboken Rocks show on Pier A:
Secondly, fellow Eagles fan Furey has moved the Hoboken contingency of the fanbase over to Dipper’s (616 Washington Street), where they’ll be partying their collective asses off for the final preseason game against the Jets. Due to work obligations (they still pay me), I’m not sure what time I’ll be at either event, but I plan on hitting both. All are welcome to partake.