So my birthday is the day after my dad's. The family joke is that I, his firstborn, was a birthday present. Started the day driving in yet another snowstorm. I am really hating this winter weather. Drew and I had appointments with his accountant, we each got our taxes done. I've been doing my own taxes up until now, but I had a lot of questions, and it was worth the fee to have someone who presumably knows what he's doing help me out. And yes, I got a refund. So did Drew. We stopped for lunch on the way back to Drew's house. Nothing fancy, just hot dogs from Nathan's. It's a classic, hot dogs with choice of toppings, crinkle cut fries. Always fun. The main celebration for my birthday came later, of course. We took the train into Manhattan for dinner and a show. What can I say about the musical Chicago ? Kander & Ebb music, Fossee dancing, jazz, murder, corruption, treachery, all those things we hold dear. It's...