Well, it’s official. I can no longer count my age on one hand in binary. I’ve hit the big three-two.
It feels about the same as being thirty one.
So, what am I going to do now that I’m a year older than Wil Wheaton? Well, my Fiancee and I are going to hang with some friends for a while, then we’re hitting one of our favorite restaurants for dinner. Eating at Paesano’s is, hopefully, going to be a birthday tradition. And a Valentine’s tradition. And maybe an Anniversary tradition. It’s a great place…
Last birthday there was the quiet evening out that I had with my Fiancee… We had a bottle of wine with dinner. I only had one glass, since I was driving. It would have been a shame to waste the rest of it though, so as dinner progressed, I made sure to keep my Fiancee’s glass topped up.
Thing is, I must have done it with near ninja-like stealth. Her first clue that all was not well was when we got up to leave and she had to take a quick grip on the back of her chair to avoid losing her balance… I told her that I’d only had one glass of wine to her three and a half glasses. Her incredulous response was:
“You mean I’ve had three and a glass halvsies of wine?”