It was a great week for me, as I grew another year older. Thank you, thank you. I appreciate your telepathic, "Happy Birthday" wishes. I will expect your gifts when you come into the store this weekend.
Just kidding. You can send them to the store address listed at the bottom of this email.
Just kidding again! Do you believe it!? I would rather see your smiling faces this weekend than receive any material gift. That's how kind and humble I am. So, so humble.
I share a birthdate with the great Elton John, which always leads folks to ask, "Do you know Elton John?" And I have to say, "Yes. That's exactly how that works." I may or may not be a certain someone's "Tiny Dancer".
My biggest birthday achievement of the week ties in with a haircut I had 4 years ago at age 28. I was speaking with a nice, young gal who was cutting my hair at a popular, avian-named, local barbershop. We started with small talk before she began inspecting my head to see what was possible - an undoubtedly difficult task.
Feeling self-conscious about my noticeably shifting hairline, I struck first with a joke: "Haha. I just hope I have enough hair when I'm 40. I'm sure I'll be bald by then."
Without skipping a beat, the woman replied, "I'd say more like 32."
Well...look at me now, you mean girl! This is the head of a man with normally paced male-pattern baldness! Bask in my glory as I retain follicle relevance for at least one more year.
Anyway, I don't mean to sound so boastful about my slow-but-sure balding pattern. After all, I am so humble.
Come by to hay hello at our tastings this Friday and Saturday 4-7pm. See you soon.