Viva Batista

So I turn 40 this year, a birthday that surely deserves its own logo.  It’s supposed to be an angst-inducing experience, and who knows?  Perhaps it will be; I have a few months to go.  But for the moment, at least, I’m not there–equal parts denial, cluelessness, optimism and actual satisfaction.

Last year I heard a guy on the radio say (and I paraphrase), "By the time you’re 40, you are the man you’re going to be."  As a perpetual work-in-progress, I’d be surprised if that’s entirely true in my case, but if it is, so be it.  I’m rarely satisfied with myself, but I’m more at peace than I ever thought I’d be.

So now the question is how to celebrate, how to mark the occasion?  I’m thinking something low-key and close to home, but something I’ve never done and always wanted to: A pub crawl on Haight Street.  This is paradoxical, as there’s only one truly decent place to get a drink on Haight.  We’ll see what happens.