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March 24, 2004

My calendar broke...

A month ago, Kevin Smith was on the radio promoting "Jersey Girl" which opens on Friday. As he was leaving they were saying "'Jersey Girl' March 26." And I thought to myself, "oh, it's the 24th, I have to call and wish Erica a happy birthday."

I was on 280 headed to work, and I pulled out my cell phone and dialed her house, planning to sing to her machine if she was already on her way to work. As the phone is ringing, I realize I have missed March 4th (an anniversary of sorts for me) and I can't figure out how that happened. Then it dawned on me... it was February 24th, not March 24th, which is her birthday.

By this time her machine is going to pick up any second, and even if I hung up on her machine, she has Caller ID and would have known I called. So I left a message to the effect of "I was calling to wish you a happy birthday but realized it's only February, so I'll call you in a month."

Of course the first thing I did this morning was call and wish her a happy birthday- and I had the right day this time...