But more than that, the "old man" turns 50 tomorrow. Wow. So the guys maybe celebrated a little too much in his honor, with top tier Jameson shots for everyone (except me - eww!). Nothing like good friends. When we were 23 years old and cuddling in his parent's basement, I never imagined him being 50. Or me being 49 for that matter. What a long, strange trip it's been - and I mean that in a good way. Happy Birthday Eve, Sweetie. Love you now more than ever.