World of BP Tales from a techie – photophile

Birthday Celebrations

It's that time again, the biological clock makes another tick.  25.  Jesus, felt like just the other day I was psyched about going to a bar to drink /legally/ for the first time.  And now, it's commonplace.  I guess I'm going to need to call the insurance company to try and get a better quote, wouldn't that be awesome, the kid with a DUI able to pay even less for insurance...fuck yeah.

In totally different other news, I've been debating how to spend my Christmas bonus this year.  I've narrowed it down to 2 possibilities.  One, buy a nice new lens for my SLR.  It would allow me to start taking much better pictures of shows I go to, and hopefully land myself more photo jobs giving pictures to music bloggers about town.  Tina said she'd credit some of my work in her latest review, that is, if she ever posts that review *glare*.

Or option 2, which is my favorite, take a week and rock out in Dublin!  That's right, BP by the pearly...I mean St. James Gate.  It's been 6 years since I was last in Ireland, and that time I stuck to the south-west of the country, in County Kerry, and County Cork.  Granted, lovely areas of the country, with fantastic golfing.  However, I'd love to see the big city.  My only fear is that I'm going to renege on the return ticket, and start renting a flat there.  I do remember how much more delicious Guinness tasted over there (insert comment about FUCK YOU FDA).  So we'll find out which I do.