Which I did yesterday.
On a Sunday.
No way to ignore it.
No way to low-key it.
Two services. It's embarrassing enough to have a dozen people sing Happy Birthday to you. Try it with 180 people. Then do it again a couple of hours later with over 200.
And this is how I found my office:
Seriously, is this any way to treat an old fart?
More on turning 50 to come...
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