The Commissioner's birthday is the day following mine. Very first thing that morning, I texted: Tag. You're it. Happy Birthday back atchya.
He replied: Thanks. Up a little early for something that should have a birthday hangover aren't you?
Me: Apparently, 36 yr olds are super lame. I barely felt like drinking and we were home before midnight.... This is officially what it feels like to be past your prime.
Commish: Yay! I've got 3 more years of Rockstar.
Me: Enjoy... it's fleeting...
Live it up Rock Star.
One day, you'll be as old and boring as me.
It happens before you know it.
Until then, you're golden.
Happy Birthday, Commish!