Sunday, February 17, 2008

Muir Turns Profit

That's not all Pat Muir turned on Sunday: The old sea dog also turned 30! Pat, now that the hideous march of time has revealed itself to you, always remember this photo, which I've had a team of models, photographers, lighting experts, and designers working on since you turned 29. I don't think I need to explain the symbolism of the image, but I will say this: When you get the invoice for the photo, please make payment within 60 days or face a 5% penalty for each week thereafter. Happy birthday, buddy!


Maggie June enjoyed herself to bits during her first time at the beach on Saturday. All indications were that Mike, Grandma Hudson, and solid New Yorker-Michigander Tom had almost as much fun. And who wouldn't? Beautiful kid, perfect weather, sand, surf, Neptune's? Honestly.

1 comment:

Pat said...

Aw, shucks.

You should know, by the way, that I remain incredibly immature. My lady and some friends of ours threw me a surprise party on Saturday. I ended up with rum and blood on my shirt. I wish you could have been there.