What, He Couldn't Get Jay-Z?

When my cousin Peter turned 25, we drank for seven hours at various D.C. watering holes and eventually ended up getting turned away at a 24-hour Denny's in College Park. On Antzo's 25th, he made everyone take a disgusting shot at midnight and then proceeded to hit on every Greek girl in a three-zip code vicinity. This past August, when I turned 25, my parents took me out to a nice dinner and then I met up with a small group of friends and got hammered off Crowne and car bombs and ended up paying a bouncer to keep out uninvited guests.
Gilbert Arenas turns 25 tomorrow and will have a similar get-together, except his friends will include Busta Rhymes, The Game, T.I., Lil' Wayne and a bevy of hoochies that would make a rap video blush. Oh, and he's also sent out "Arenas Express" cards as invitations (what, Evite wasn't cool enough?). And Puffy's hosting. And the dress-code is "super duper fly." (At mine, I only required duper fly; hence the difference between me and a millionaire.) And Caron Butler says it'll be the second-best D.C. social event of the year behind, of course, Howard Homecoming. And the party has it's own website.
As Bullets play-by-play man Dave Johnson told Dan Steinberg, "my last party didn't even have a site." (It was Steinberg's awesome DC Sports Bog that alerted me to this monumental event.)
There's a chance Gil might be the coolest cat around these parts these days; from his vocab-lesson-jumpshots to his argyle sweaters (watch the video, it's great) to his hyperbaric sleeping bag to his perfect 32-foot game-winners (see below), Arenas has turned from underrated eccentric to MVP-like eccentric in a matter of months. Seriously, watch the shot. How bad-ass does he look, turning away after shooting and not even watching the ball go in. There have only been two people who ever could pull that off; Michael Jordan and Will Smith in that episode of Fresh Prince where he racked up about 70 points on an eight-foot hoop, which makes Carlton get all jealous.
Anyway, watch the shot.

Happy Birthday, Gilbert. Here's hoping T.I. doesn't shoot you.