My first thought at having turned twenty-five:
If A Prairie Home Companion were nine hours long, it would be too short.
One of the last exiting thoughts during my gig as a smoldering twenty-four year old:
Thanks and many a wow to Jef Johnson for sending me this!
That's exceedingly wicked and I miss you and your tattered sweater. Glad to see you've got a rockin' near future.
Here's to the next quarter of a century, all.