YES! I made it to 34! (I avoided Caesar's Palace, just to be on the safe side.)
I'm taking today one hundred percent off to goof off with my wife, but she's taking a nap right now so I can type quietly without getting The Wrath.
I made the same mistake twice yesterday to get busted out of the Main Event. I'm almost off tilt (a new kind of tilt, which I call "why did I talk myself into playing like a fucking moran" tilt) and I'll write all about it for the PokerStars blog tomorrow.
Anne came into town yesterday, and after an awesome dinner with my friend Ryan (who is kicking ass in the WSOP today) where we watched a propane station get hit by lightning and explode Jerry Bruckheimer-style, we started my birthday by losing at blackjack at midnight. Why I played a -EV game in the first place is best answered by the guy who makes really good very dirty Grey Goose martinis down in the casino. Yes, they were the best one hundred dollar martinis I ever had. Damn you, Vegas.
Thanks to everyone who has wished me a happy birthday, either in comments, in e-mail, or at Fark.