Happy birthday, Josh

I can only assume that you're well on your way to getting completly trashed, as per your master plan. Have a great time, leave the candy for the little kids, and drink a big glass of water when you come home. And then ponder your 30 years on the planet in the morning when your head is splitting, your stomach is roiling, and the only thing you want to eat in the whole world is a nice cold, soggy ham sandwich served on a bed of congealed grease in a dirty ashtray. Cheers!