Feliz cumpleaños a mí

At 1:16 a.m. on April 19th, 1982, there was a woman in a hospital delivering me with NO epidural or meds because I was her first and she wanted to see what it was like naturally. (Hey, it was the early '80s.) The result? A nine pound baby girl who, 29 years later, would be celebrating her birthday and thanking her mom for undergoing hours of unaided medical agony two decades ago all for little ol' me. Other result? From that day forward my mother was an avid epidural user in later pregnancies.

I don't really have any dyed-in-the-wool plans for today other than the usual cocktails, though it doesn't help that it's a Tuesday night and everyone works tomorrow. But who knows, if it gets as crazy as I'd like, I might end up celebrating like this (I am only turning 29 once):

Nothing like a mid-'90s pop culture reference to get this party started. (P.S.: Whatever happened to Matthew Lillard?)