No longer

You know you are no longer 25 when your youngest brother turns 27.
You know you are no longer a student when you tell your brother to update his blog and he says: One word: Facebook.
You know you are no longer single when you have three children running around your brother's bachelor pad, and you use it to host family parties.
You know you are no longer hip when your brother mentions Belle and Sebastian and you think he is refering to Disney characters.

So this brother is my bridge to the young, cool and hip side of life and tries to keep me savvy and aware. He is the king of adventure, social coordinator extraordinaire, and master of the unexpected. He studies people, situations and anything else that engages his psychological mind and he is happiest in waves, on rapids and around anyone who is ready to follow his dramatic lead. When I called him to wish him a happy birthday, he was off with a big group of friends, surfing some kind of wave in some kind of canal in Utah, so we know he celebrated in style. His style. Thanks for your friendship, Myro-lots of love on your big day.