Today, I'm 33. I like to think of it as my double-golden-birthday. Or maybe my golden birthday times eleven. I'm not entirely sure of the protocol for golden birthdays and don't really remember mine (since I was only three), but I figure it's my birthday so I get to make this stuff up as I go.
I really don't like to be the center of attention, though. I don't want to be surrounded by waiters, clapping like a bunch of monkeys, singing some horrible song that they don't want to be singing and I don't want to be listening to.
Tonight, I'll go out to dinner with some friends who, thankfully, know me well enough to know to keep the song-and-dance waitstaff away. I'll open some presents at home, sit down & watch the Daily Show, and plot what Year 33 should look like. Will it look much different than Year 32? I hope so -- like I said, it's mine and I get to make this stuff up as I go.