As some of you might know, I celebrated a birthday yesterday. I think it was a big one; I’m now closer to 30 than 20. My friends must realize I’m maturing, too. This is the first year I can remember (probably not coincidentally) that I didn’t receive a single gift of cheap booze and fast food. Here’s to 26. Maybe this is the year I quit thinking of myself as a 19-year-old.