So today, Feb 9, 2008, is my 29th birthday. While reflecting on it a little earlier today, I realized that this one should be “special” in some way. It’s my “self-identity” birthday… I’m 29 on 2/9 this year. It only happens once in your life, if it happens at all.
I figure it would only possibly work for people born in the first 9 days of the first 10 months (assuming no one lives to be over 109, because, statistically speaking, no one does). That’s 90 birthdays throughout the year on which someone could be the same age as their birthday.
Assuming a uniform distribution of birthdays among the world population (which is probably close enough for this ridiculous farce of a statistics problem), only 24.64% of people are even eligible to have a self-identity birthday.
Factor in the average US life expectancy of 77.8 (for 2004, according to the CDC), and now we’re talking about just 16.97% of the (US) population that should reasonably expect to see their self-identity birthday.
So, you ask, what did I do to celebrate this most special of special days? Well, I worked all night last night, got home at 5AM, slept for a couple hours, and then spent the morning helping Ben and Lauryn take down a wallpaper border in their bedroom. Oh, and I sat around for a few minutes thinking up this silliness. Oh yeah, and then Frank, Jean, Rummy, and company drunk-dialed me to sing Happy Birthday this evening. Do I know how to party, or what?!