I'd convinced myself today was Friday. It wasn't hard. I'd seen the hokily ominous commercial for the Omen remake, "coming six, six, oh-six," and mushed it together with the knowledge that most movies premiere on Friday. A week from today is the 13th, which brings to mind Friday the 13th.
Whatever. 6-6-96 is more significant to me because my friends and I went canoeing that day on the Peconic River. Less than three feet from shore, eager for an oar, I stood abruptly and landed myself and two shipmates in the drink.
What fun is canoeing if you don't capsize? Good times, good times.