Boys and girls, ladies and gentlemen, cats and kittens, magistrates and noblemen, princesses and paupers, butchers, bakers and candlestick makers, the time has at last come.

After successfully prolonging his adolescence an entire decade longer than he should have, Rob will beat the odds in Atlantic City and make it to his 30th birthday next Monday. In reluctant deference to this milestone, he... [read more]

Boys and girls, ladies and gentlemen, cats and kittens, magistrates and noblemen, princesses and paupers, butchers, bakers and candlestick makers, the time has at last come.

After successfully prolonging his adolescence an entire decade longer than he should have, Rob will beat the odds in Atlantic City and make it to his 30th birthday next Monday. In reluctant deference to this milestone, he will finally acquiesce to the reality of his age and at long last retire the ridiculous haircut.

This means we have one more chance this very weekend to congregate, hoist a glass, get in some obvious Street Fighter II jokes and send off Rob's hair in style before it joins his boyish charm, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle collection and ability to make it through one goddamn pop song without cracking wise as casualties of time's inevitability.

Will assemble at a reasonable hour at Zabloski's, a chill default watering hole for a lo-fi, undoubtedly drunken time. http://www.yelp.com/biz/zablozkis-brooklyn-2