Due to a series of unfortunate events, number 28 will never be crossed off the list. Seems my birthday is cursed - doomed to end badly - and although it's one of my favorite days of the year, I'm starting to think I might as well expect the bad. Maybe then, the good will be a nice suprise.
Although I didn't get to ring in my 28th year with boots and beers, I did manage to salvage part of it at the Morongo Casino over the weekend.
My new favorite drink: dry vodka martinis, extra dirty
My new motto: see the good, not the bad
I'm hoping that between the two of them (the drink and the motto), my 28th year will turn out to be fantastic.