For the birthday I observed when I was in graduate school, my only request was that we do something that didn't end with me having to shlep home from Manhattan on the N at the end of the night. So we ended up getting burritos from the place on 9th and drinking old-man drinks at Jackie's 5th Amendment down the street from my place. Jackie's has a great jukebox, and I remember distinctly listening to "Under My Thumb" that evening.
Today's plans are farther ranging and more ambitious: a micro-road trip with the 'Fesser, a self-designed double bill of two recent critical faves, a delicious meal, maybe a nightcap at the Manhattan, then home. And instead of "Under My Thumb," I give you "Wild Horses." Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.