My birthday is so last week, I know – but one more thing about it. The gym locker I like to use happens to be # 39. Forty, of course, is right next to it, but the metal part where you put your lock is broken off. So, I’m going to continue to use # 39, if that’s alright with you.
Also, on the night of my birthday, literally when it turned 12:00, I was out on the street, having just exited the gym. I know I’ll be 40 all year, but there’s only one moment ever when you turn forty (now, technically I wasn’t 40 yet; as several friends pointed out, since I was born on the east coast of the USA in EST, this was a unique window where it was my birthday in Tel Aviv…yet I was actually still 39). But anyway! So, since there is only this one moment to mark when you’re actually turning 40, I decided to really mark it.
The street wasn’t packed around me (it was midnight), but there were some people. I’m brave – but not that brave – so I waited until the light changed green and traffic started rushing by to yell
I’m 40 !!!
…really loud (yet, not at the top of my lungs, and kinda not very enunciated).
Still. A cool moment. My friend Marko tweeted right back after I tweeted about it this to wish me Happy Bday…and call me a Mess. Love him!