The Open Matt Project

Ten Short of the Answer

About three weeks to go before I hit one of those useless ages. It's not the harsh slap of thirty, nor the warning bell of thirty-five, but rather some limp-wristed inbetween. To mark an event so underwhelming seems like an exercise in vanity, but since in many ways that is a hallmark of my entire lifestyle I suppose I'll go ahead anyway.

I'm going to have a party. Yes, a nice, big party. Well, big for me at least. As usual, my birthday falls on one of the more annoying days of the week - hump day, or as those fool schools taught me, Wednesday. Second in frustrating date spellings only to February, my party simply cannot take place on that day. So, it will be November 6th, the following Saturday.

Saturday's are far better in any case, because it allows guests a day or more of extra time to think of excuses for why they didn't show up. A small perk, but I value good excuses; it's the thought that counts. I'm not certain at the moment what the theme will be, or where I'll be holding this Grand Prix of drunken vomiting, but rest assured if you're reading this you're probably invited.