As some might know, it was my 27th this weekend and we had the Black and White Affair to celebrate at my house. The outcome was great and everyone came in black and white except for one person who loves purple so much, he wasn't going to let it go for a few hours (Just kidding Mr. Banks! We were happy to have your there.) Oh man, what a bash! You know you had a good time at a party when you are still in pain a few days afterwards. If I needed more proof that I am physically getting old, I sure as hell got it this weekend. I hurts to move my fingers to type this.

Apparently, I got twisted and though it was 1982 in the Bronx and I was a member of the RockSteady Crew. I started battling people that didn't want to battle. Someone told me I even busted out a flare and some back spins. Awesome! Didn't know I had it in me. Now that I am sober, my body is reminding me that physical activity is...well physical and will cost ya.

Overall though, it was a great weekend thanks specifically to my amazing wife who put it together. She great. Thanks to all who showed up and partied with me as well. It was definitely memorable.