The Big 39...

That's right, peeps. I have somehow managed to make it another year without killing or maiming myself or someone else, either on purpose or purely by accident. That is a noteworthy task in and of itself. For that, I feel I deserve a drink (or as we say down South here...a "drank"). Tonite I am going with my parents and a dear friend to eat at my favorite restaurant, Houstons. Today has been a good birthday. My co-workers took me out to lunch and I got numerous calls and emails wishing me a good day. The most special was from my friend who just moved and it made my day to hear from him.

My real fun time is going to be Saturday. I am going to Beale Street (for you Yankees and other non-southerners...the Birthplace of the Blues) for dinner with a few friends at a new, very chic restaurant called Ittabena, followed by drinks with more friends at Mollie Fontaine's, a really cool lounge situated in a historic Victorian home near downtown Memphis. I am really fortunate not only to be here (health scare a few years back involving the heart that I just can't seem to find these days...I'm sure its here somewhere...oh, that's right -- in the icebox) but also to be surrounded by so many people that care about me and love me despite myself. Yes, this is going to be a good week...