| I hate birthdays - not because of the usual reasons ("I'm getting sooo old. I look fat."), more because I just hate making a big deal over them. It's just never been a really big thing to me. And I dislike being the center of attention at parties - that also keeps me from celebrating in a grand manner much of the time. Last year I celebrated with an enchilada. One enchilada. But, as with the Robot Pool Party in 2003, I can't turn down a good concept when one presents itself. That's why this year I've decided to have my birthday party on Caltrain, the commuter rail system (the one I ride to and from work) that serves 60 miles of the SF peninsula. Caltrain's liberal food and alcohol policies lend themselves to birthday parties, really. Especially when all the conductors are treated to free pieces of cake. I imagine I'll try to scare up a crowd to hop on the train at the downtown San Francisco stop, hopefully taking over a car, ride the train south for about an hour, hop off, then hop back on a northbound train. The trains are usually pretty quiet on the weekend evenings, and we'll bring enough food and drink to share liberally.
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