Rockers,

Not too much to report today. The big news in my life right now is that I got invited to an about to be 12-year-old's birthday party. And people, I couldn't be happier.

This is another sign that I am either getting old, becoming a kid again or becoming a revisionist historian of my own childhood. The argument for getting old is that I kinda like the idea of spending a Sunday afternoon out on a field having a barbecue and watching kids run around and have fun. Very un-rock. The argument for me becoming a kid again is that I can't wait to run around with kids as well as the fact that I almost peed my pants when I heard there would be an ice cream truck there. I'll have a Powerpuff Girls Bomb Pop please. The argument for revisionism is that I'm afraid part of the reason I want to play games with the kids is that I'm banking on being able to beat them very soundly (everyone except Andrew, the birthday boy. He's got my number).

I'm a bad person...

I haven't been to a 12 year old's b-day bash in a while. Feel free to send me gift suggestions at joe@fooledbyapril.com. I was thinking beer or porn but was told it might not be appropriate.