It started at 12:01 AM  (last night, I was still up watching 30 Rock episodes from Netflix):

phone ringing – she looks and sees that it is her boyfriend
S:  (answers the phone) You’re calling late.
J: Happy Birthday!
S: Oh, it’s my birthday now, isn’t it?  Yay!
J: Yay!

I don’t know why I don’t get a thing about getting older.  I feel like I should, being <ahem> twenty-eleven years old now (as in, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, twenty-ten, twenty-eleven).  Mostly I was just really, seriously happy to get all the well-wishes from friends near (bought me lunch!) and far (hooray for Facebook!).  I tend to feel isolated here in Vegas.  I only know people I work with and people they are married to.  It is great to know that friends in the Bay Area haven’t forgotten about me!

Now, well, I’m just tired.  As promised, I downed an Irish Car Bomb at the pub for our regular quiz night.  Followed by two more cocktails.  Think I’ll hit the hay pretty soon; I’ve got lots to do before OMG THURSDAY!!

Oh, and to my birthday buddy Evan, Happy birthday!