The Dirtiest of Thirty-ists

I'm regularly reminded that not long ago I told people our friendship would end after their 30th birthdays. Someone like myself could not possibly be friends with anyone over 30. The question is: after Dec. 29, 2010, will I still be friends with myself?

Yes, because, on the inside, I'm actually only 12.

Each passing birthday in this decade has gotten bigger and more ridiculous, so it is only fitting that this be the biggest and baddest yet. It's a two-parter as usual, with multiple events in both of our nation's capitols: Austin (Republic of Texas 4EVA) and D.C. Please RSVP in the comments or on the EVITE to follow. I hope you're ready to Get Me Bodied.