Jun. 20, 2003 - 3:32 p.m.
Tomorrow, we meet to mourn the shortest night of the year, but also to celebrate the fact that I made it this far and have no signs of stopping anytime soon. If you're in the New Orleans area, stop by the Whirling Dervish and come stalk me or at the very least buy me a drink. I'll probably be reclining on the cushions upstairs at Mythique or tripping over someone on the dance floor.
So, tomorrow I'll be thirty. Does this mean I'm an adult now?
Details of debauchery will be forthcoming with perhaps some video footage if you're lucky!
