{"id":1506,"date":"2003-07-31T17:07:10","date_gmt":"2003-07-31T22:07:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.quirkspace.com\/quirkblog\/?p=251"},"modified":"2003-07-31T17:07:10","modified_gmt":"2003-07-31T22:07:10","slug":"twofive","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.quirkspace.com\/quirkblog\/?p=1506","title":{"rendered":"TwoFive"},"content":{"rendered":"

Well, it’s official. I can no longer count my age on one hand in binary. I’ve hit the big three-two.<\/p>\n

It feels about the same as being thirty one.
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\nSo, 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<\/a> is, hopefully, going to be a birthday tradition. And a Valentine’s tradition. And maybe an Anniversary tradition. It’s a great place…<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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:<\/p>\n

“You mean I’ve had three and a glass halvsies of wine?”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[24],"class_list":["post-1506","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","tag-personal-blather"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.quirkspace.com\/quirkblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1506","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.quirkspace.com\/quirkblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.quirkspace.com\/quirkblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.quirkspace.com\/quirkblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.quirkspace.com\/quirkblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1506"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.quirkspace.com\/quirkblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1506\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.quirkspace.com\/quirkblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1506"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.quirkspace.com\/quirkblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1506"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.quirkspace.com\/quirkblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1506"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}