On your 21st birthday, we took you to Lansdowne Street. We visited at least two bars, and the last one was Mama Kin, which was basically empty, except for us. It was a Wednesday night, and most of your boys had summer jobs and no IDs, so you were stuck with a bunch of girls. I don't think you minded, or remembered. We all did, McGroper.
On your 25th birthday, it was so hot that we went to a movie in the very middle of the day, just to find some air-conditioning. We saw
Summer of Sam, which is a movie about the stuff that happens during a really hot summer. Clue: bad things. We came out of the movie and it was still so hot, so we drove around a bit, ended up at the Meadow Glenn Mall, and saw a special screening of
American Pie.
Where were you on your 29th birthday? I went to the Foo Fighters concert at the Bank of America Pavilion, although I think it was called the Fleet Boston Pavilion then. It was such a hot night and Taylor wore shorts and no shirt, but he was so sweaty you could see the sweat fly off his body with every beat of the drums. Ditto for Dave Grohl, whose shaggy hair was soaked. Such rock stars. It's weird that I saw the Foo Fighters on your birthday, without you.
On your 34th birthday, I watched Wimbledon and went to the gym. Your kind of day. And then I thought about you and tried to remember your other birthdays, but could only think of three.