Yep. Today is Ry's birthday. He's a grand old 28. Thankfully for Ry, he's not spending his birthday today grounded like he did over so many birthdays in the past. How do I know? I can't seem to get a hold of him.
So, Ry, if you're reading this: happy birthday and give me a call. I can't seem to track you down today.
Anyways, that's it. Happy Birthday, Ry. You smell like a monkey and you look like one too.
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Thanks. Gotta say, 28 was a nice birthday. Lunch downtown, Fiona Apple concert at night with the sister. Good times.
Being back in Philly is nice too, for a birthday because it adds to the self-analysis and retrospectives that are inevitable on b-days.
Yeah, I can imagine. Glad to hear that it was a good birthday. Have you eaten your penguin cookie yet? Or did you set it free in the wild?
So, how was the concert?
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