I survived another trip around the sun. Come shoot me about it.

Hi. Ciprian here.

Despite a bad diet, poor sleep, and questionable decisions, I've completed another full lap around the sun. I take no credit — momentum did most of the work. Still, tradition says this must be celebrated, and who am I to argue with tradition.

So here's the plan: I'm inviting the people I like most to shoot me — and each other — with paint, at considerable velocity, across five arenas. Afterwards, for the survivors: cold beer and an unreasonable amount of meat on the grill.

Don't bring a gift. Don't bring food. Don't bring your good clothes (see dress code). Just put your name on the manifest at the bottom so I know how much meat to buy — and how many paintballs to budget for your… technique.

See you Thursday. I'll be the one worth aiming at.