Well, my usual birthday funk was not to be this year, as I have been surrounded by friends all day. Some, mind you, keep trying to kick me in the arse, but friends none the less. I was treated to dinner at Old Man Rafferty’s in New Brunswick by Darren & Ali, Harlan & Denise, Tim, Margery, and Michelle (who, while she does not blog, does rock. Quite alot.) If you’ve never eaten at Rafferty’s, all I can tell you is this: save room for dessert. Trust me, it’s worth it. Also, I had a steak so large that it quite possibly might have needed it’s own Congressman.
After that, it was back to Casa Los Sussman (where Stacey met up with us) for presents, nachos (thanks again, Ali!) and yet another session of XBox Up All Night. (For the record, yes, I did get my ass handed to me in “Halo” (as usual), but I got my revenge in “Sega Soccer Slam”.) All in all, the best way I could think of to spend a birthday. (I could do without getting shot an average of every 20 seconds, but…)