You say it's your birthday? It's my birthday too, yeah.
It's Carey Mulligan's birthday today; she's twenty nine years old. It's mine too. I'm, well, I'm older. I wish I'd known we shared the same May 28th birthday when I met her at the wrap party for Drive, we might have bonded. Twenty nine. It can be a tough year. The big 3—0 is approaching, fraught with expectations. It was a bit of a tough year for me but that was back in the day when being unmarried at twenty-nine was still a bit of a bummer. I can't imagine Carey with all her success, gives a damn. Still when I was working as a copywriter at Max Factor, while I loved my job coming up with lipstick shade names, writing package copy and sales brochures, there were still times when I wept over my love life. It was 1982 and the company was in the midst of launching the Le Jardin fragrance. I was in the middle of a bad romance, and even though An Officer and a Gentleman didn't come out until August of '82, part of me had to be wishing Richar