thief of time

Wednesday, quietly, and he had hoped to be without acknowledgement, Kevin turned 40. I had planned to make a nice collage of Kevin shots but that takes a lot of time and time is not something I've had a lot of this week.

Tuesday was the night before his birthday--the last day of his 30's. Tony has moved back from SoCal and was performing at harvey's that night so we turned his show into Kevin's anti-birthday party. (He did not want to recognize the birthday, and certainly not "celebrate" turning 40.) Kevin said the only theme was black-- the death of his 30's.

Kevin always brings it when it's my invitation. I could hardly not return the favor. Even it was just going to be the two of us.



Hi. I stole his youth.

Shilpa got her work done and--in her funeral finest-- was able to accept the invitation to celebrate her buddies Kevin and Tony.

PeeDee, newly unemployed, has no reason to go to bed anymore and joined us for the anti-birthday party.

We finished the night off at 440 and had a ball with the old "gang" including Tony's ex and Kevin's replacement roommate Jorge (he should look familiar to regular blog readers).









(Shilpa: this should totally be your new online profile pic!)





PeeDee, ever vigilant on the "turning 40" countdown.



This is what 40 looks like!
Happy birthday Kev!