Twenty nine years old… 29. Happy Birthday, old friend. I hope youre calling in sick and spending the day with people you love. Its not every day that a guy begins the last year of his twenties, right? I wish I could be there to pop a cork and celebrate with you, but next time Im in New York will have to do. I do look forward to hearing about how you spent the day, and I hope that the coming year fulfills more promises than the last 29 combined.