I announce with heavy regret that later this month I’m turning 30. That’s right, the big three-oh. I no longer enjoy the shining gleam of youth. I’m now in the middle of my life. My dreams of a career as an NHL defenceman are fading fast. Three days earlier, my wife turns a mere twenty-nine.
To console ourselves, we’re having a party. If you know me, come on down for a drink. If you don’t know me but want to, and you’re not a sociopath, come on down. I want to meet you, too. If you’re stalking me (I should be so lucky), feel free to lurk in a doorway across the street. There’s a fancy, printable invitation here.
If you’re going to come, drop me an email or add a comment to let me know, just so we can get a sense of numbers. Details follow:
*The Shebean is a small, private pub that’s part of the Irish Heather. Go to the main bar and ask for the Shebean (as in “she been good to me”) and theyâ€™ll direct you.
For all you alcohol connoisseurs, Sean Heather (proprietor and publican) assures me that the Shebean has the finest selection of single-malt whiskeys in western Canada. For you sports fans, in the event of a Canucks game, the Shebean is equipped with a TV, which Sean assures me will have cable by April 22.