Like people who were born on xmas


My friend Olaf is in town for a little bit of work and to visit me. We are having fun running around, in between the copious amounts of work I have to do. It seems a lot of my clients suddenly have deadlines that need to be met very soon. When it rains it pours, as they say. This weekend there is so very much happening. It is gay pride in New York (and other places), and it is also my birthday. Every few years my birthday falls exactly on gay pride Sunday, as is the case this year. What that means is that like those poor souls born near xmas, my own celebration gets lost in the shuffle. Or, looking at it in a more positive light, I could say that the entire city seems to be celebrating my birthday with me (at least all the gays and their admirers). In any event, my cousin Josh was asking me the other day what I wanted for my birthday and I told him “just not to have to plan it myself”. Like the doll he is, he has gathered a group of friends for some drinks tonight, and I didn’t have to do a thing. To me, that is a great birthday present.


  1. IQ says:

    Ahhhh Josh!

  2. Mom says:

    Happy, happy birthday, sweetheart!! You are a wonderful son! Your parents are VERY proud of you.