no, no rampant debauchery, unless you call squishing a mini cheesecake between your thighs rampant debauchery. and come to think of it, maybe i do, too? but i’m not telling that story. it’s too late for my father, though… he’s already sighing.
I know, I know… I didn’t post on my birthday.
And it’s not like anyone was waiting with TRULY bated breath, but I do feel badly that I’ve:
a) concerned people who EXPECT ME TO KEEP MY PROMISES, DAMMIT
b) missed commemorating a major moment in my life in a timely fashion
c) left anyone with the impression that I went on some supernova bender
d) caused my Dad to hit refresh endlessly for two days without any payoff
I DID turn 34 successfully. Seriously. It happened. Go me!
And no, no true wildness, though we did cheer for a truckful of firemen and I did have to fend off a drunken man who was far too interested in my… well… parts.
It was a chill day overall, complete with the gift of a dozen roses from someone entirely amazing, a Hydradermie Facial from my lovely friend Catherine, and a great dinner out with Cat and Ash. I really wanted to keep everything small this year, and Cat gave me my wish, although she did ask up to the afternoon before if I was regretting that we weren’t doing a party.
Nope.
(The facial was amazing, by the way… they used buzzing machines and rollerballs and 6,237 different lotions and a gauzy masque and 18 towels and odd-smelling moisturizers and potentially a palm sander.
Seriously, though — one of the machines I HAD TO HOLD A GROUNDING ROD TO AVOID ELECTROCUTION. A GROUNDING ROD.
I don’t even know what that is, but I held it, lest my face get shocked off.)
Today I got to see my parents, who gifted me with candy from my favourite candy store in Cannon Beach, OR, SIX BUNCHES OF TULIPS, some other fun treats that made us all laugh, and a HANDBAG (white, good hardware, lots of pockets.
Because they understand me. And that I have things I need to carry about, none of which is a small dog or a Glock.
I should also note that, the day before, I got flowers and cake and happy cards from my lovely coworkers, and the unintentional gift of an hour-early departure due to bitumen fumes overtaking my floor.
Awesome!
Now it’s time to head to bed before another work week. I think I have to go to the doctor for yet another inflamed/injured/angry/unresolvedly bitter body part, and I am also getting my eyebrows ripped off.
Partly. By an expert.
Look for my more thoughtful take on 34 tomorrow, when I’ve given said parts a chance to rest up, and my brain can focus on meaningful ideas.
Oh, who am I kidding?
April 20th, 2008 at 10:14 pm
Happy Birthday Meg, I’m glad it was great, and the sun was shining for you!
April 20th, 2008 at 10:55 pm
Happy! Belated Day of Cake to you, babe. I’m glad it was awesome.
(Your favorite candy store is in Cannon Beach! That’s in my neck of the woods! Which candy store? Is there more than one?)
April 21st, 2008 at 4:39 am
Hey, look! A post that doesn’t have “ocean lung” as a tag! Woohoo!
Happy Birthday, Meg. :)
April 21st, 2008 at 5:04 am
Many happy returns! May all of your birthday wishes come true! :-)
April 21st, 2008 at 5:17 am
Glad you had a good one Meg! and you know we want to hear the cheesecake story.
April 21st, 2008 at 11:18 am
Sigh . . .
April 21st, 2008 at 11:19 am
I’d trade you a cheesecake story for an Xmas candy melted between my thighs while taking a nap story.
Anyway, Happy Birthday! And may you have many, many more.