What Do You Buy For The Man Who Buys Himself Everything?

I just thought I should mention that today is Brian’s birthday.
He’s 31, which, according to my way of looking at things, is a little worse than being 30.
Not because it’s another year older – and another year closer to 40 – but because it marks the line of demarcation between being thirty and being in your thirties.
My friend “Zalfiro” scoffed at me when I presented him with this theory.
Then he turned 31. Who’s laughing now, bitch?
Of course, I have it worse, as I am now in my mid-thirties.
Anyway, the reason I’m writing up a quick entry about Brian’s birthday is that I didn’t buy him a present, so I figured I should pay some sort of tribute to the day of his birth.
The main reason I didn’t buy him a present was not that I didn’t care, or that I was too cheap, but that I didn’t know what to get him. I mean, what can I buy him that he wouldn’t just buy for himself? If he wants it, odds are he has it, so gift-giving is redundant.
In any case, I ask all Threshold readers to join me in extending birthday greetings.