The Number 23
JV (left) and myself pose at Wild Bull a few weeks back.
February 3, 1986, I was born, and the world was not ready.
Okay, well I’ll drop the ego, but today I am celebrating my 23rd birthday. It’s been a crazy ride thus far, with any luck 23 will be less dramatic and more successful than 22, but as far as I’m concerned the sky is the limit! I want to thank my family for putting up with me all these years. I’m a stubborn SOB sometimes, but my stubbornness has paid off many times, and has paved a way for me to be where I am today. I also want to thank my friends, especially JV, CB, & LS. You guys have been there for me for anything and everything, I owe you each many times over.
To me, 23 is not any birthday. It is a significant milestone, specifically because my birth date is 2/3. To commemorate the occassion, I’ve decided to add to the collection of ink on my body today by getting the roman numeral XXIII tattooed after work today. I’ll post a picture up later once I’ve gotten the work done.
As far as celebrations are concerned, tonight will more than likely be low key. Possibly dinner and a movie or something along those lines. Saturday however, we’re going no holds barred at Monaco Bay, I’ll recap the event after the weekend (with pictures).
