I have a confession to make.

Tonight, I visited a Hibachi restaurant and told the waitress that it was my birthday, only because I knew it would garner some special attention.

My real birthday was over two weeks ago.

Sure enough, a Japanese lady in a green turtle neck skipped over to my table, Asian drum slumped over her right shoulder, and played me a birthday tune.

The restaurant exploded in uproarious support of my special day. My big fat lie. SUCH A LIE!

My real birthday looked more like this:

*Editor’s Note: I rarely drink Coca Cola. This was a magical moment.

I spent the first half of my true birthday in Dallas, and the second half in San Diego. Both cities were very kind to me and, although I tried to win your pity vote with that video, I was actually surrounded by wonderful friends.

It is important to note that I am now a full grown man. And that my muscles are larger than ever.

If you are reading this, and you have had a birthday in 2007, I send you all my love.

If you haven’t yet…go lie to an Asian waitress. She’ll make you feel better.

Talk to you soon!
Kyle