If yesterday's post seemed contrived, our defense is, it really did happen the way Bunny said. I was sitting here at 7 a.m., trying to think of something to write. But nothing was coming. It was growing late and I was getting pressed for time. "Skip it," suggested Bunny. "I can't. I have to acknowledge my birthday, it's a blog thing," I replied somewhat lamely. So she began dictating to me, which was awkward. After a moment, I just got up out of the chair and gestured her in.
Nice birthday, this one. Turning 45 was kind of a relief. I must have been ready, because I have been self-identifying as 45 for months now. Forty-four is a rest stop; 45 is a destination reached, a milestone. I'm happy to have gotten here.
For lunch, I picked three of the least comatose introverted of my esteemed coworkers and we ducked out for lunch at an Afghani restaurant. I brought back a box of chocolates for everybody else.
BB and Bunny gave me a copy of Life of Brian (shocking we didn't own it before now). And they also gave me a sno-cone machine. Really! It was inspired, considering the hideous temps we're expecting in Sacramento this summer. Bring on the heat; we'll be ready with our frozen treats (and margaritas).
Heh. I'm so angsting about turning 30 next week, you have no idea. Teh Issuez this month to the max. It's especially weird since most of my social crowd is a lot younger than that (or older than that), so I either get "OMG YOU'RE SO OLD!" or "Shut up, you kid."
I will probably post a bunch of birthday horoscopes that day, though I have a few pre-posted posts in the queue.
Posted by: Jennifer | April 18, 2008 at 11:34 AM
For next year's 39th birthday, can you persuade someone in your immediate genetic rainforest preserve to get you a cotton-candy maker? That would GUARANTEE a visit from me in the foreseeable future!
Also, is "Space 1999" avaialble yet on DVD? Nothing says "retro-future" quite like Martin Landau, Barbara Bain and a shape-shifting alien who can, like, turn in to a bee! Eat your heart out, Oddo!
Posted by: Anthony | April 19, 2008 at 10:20 AM
Forty-five? Where do all you young people come from?
Posted by: Dan | April 22, 2008 at 10:05 AM