February 7th, 2005.

Today was my thirtieth birthday. I didn’t think I wanted to mention that in the Journal – I don’t like acknowledging my age, but I guess to avoid it is cowardly.

Heather finally caught an antique fan in Carrboro, NC.

A big mural on the side of a Chinese restaurant where we ate dinner before our Open Eye gig. It turned out to be Chinese New Year (Happy Happy Happy… Year of the Cock) and we narrowly avoided the Dragon Dance. Anywho, the mural seems to have something to do with the different shops up and down the main drag of Carrboro, as this is definately the logo of the Open Eye Cafe. It reminds of the animated version of the Lord of the Rings and their interpretation of the Eye of Sauron. Creepy, hey? Maybe that intrinsic evil is why we had such a good time at that show.

It sounds the beginning of middle-age. “Don’t trust anyone over 30”, that sort of thing. I had a small randomly informal gathering over at Rowan’s house. Heather cooked dinner, and Liz made devilled eggs, and Rick and Audrey came over – I haven’t seen them in ages. All in all, I nice little (so nice for little!) gathering.

And whenever I get down on it being another year, I think of what Chris (of the Chris and Joylene Show) told me – “You’re thirty and you’ve got a great girlfriend, you’re doing what you want to do, and you’ve got all your hair. You win!” I like that. I like it a lot.

I win!