Yet another reminder of how I’m getting old. It’s my birthday weekend and it’s not really the greatest confluence of events. I’ve mentioned several of the other events and today I found out that Joe’s Cellar, one of the last neighborhood dive bars, is closing tonight. The building was deemed unsafe and was condemned. I was told by the manager at Portland Brewing that this was my last chance to go and it was packed full of people. I guess the weekend there has been nuts, or so said the bartender who might just have been the closest thing to a zombie that I’m ever going to see. Most of the patrons were probably not born when I first went to Joe’s Cellar with my buddy Greg, his dad, and his dad’s co-workers.

I just realized that there’s a couple of other close dive bars and I think I better give them some of my (not huge) business before they close as well. Crackerjack, here I come!

P.S. I just got two emails from two different people on two different dating sites. One from a fake person, and another from someone who is fifteen years older than me. Nice, eh?