29, oh my! Sunday, June 22, 2008
I turned 29 this past Friday. Here are 29 things I have to say about it.
- What’s the point in worrying about getting closer to 30 when at 29 you are golden and blessed with amazing, loving people around you?
- Whenever I think of “Betsy,” I type “Bets” and mistype it as “Best.” The real mistake is that it’s not a typo because Betsy is the best.
- It was quite the “B” theme: Betsy’s backyard, BBQ, burgers, booze, bros, babes…all things badass.
- The only major negative b-thing was the bummer that was the missing presence of certain individuals dearest to me: Jennifer and Ami. But you’re excused being in Pittsburgh and Boston respectively. However, Gerick and Quentin…we must have some words, yo.
- A BBQ in 95+ degree heat is a party faux pas.
- Friends give the best hugs.
- Real friends give the best hugs while picking you up.
- Really amazing friends give you the best hugs, pick you up and don’t pull away even when you’re a hot, sweaty mess.
- Sparkling shiraz is my newfound love. Thank you, Helen!
- Who needs men when you’ve got lesbians manning a grill?
- My godson, Brandon, is still cuter than yours.
- It’s no wonder since his mom is Janet, who is still as pretty as ever and, as Friday night proved, is without a doubt still my very best friend whom I love more than I say or show on most occasions.
- Dancing to Justin Timberlake with a Solo cup full of chardonnay and hot girls dancing in front and behind you is an absolute must for every birthday.
- That said, props to Vivs for an awesome birthday playlist! Here is a sample mixtape. And here are a couple more tracks. These make up the soundtrack to some of the warmest parts of that night:
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Confession Thursday, June 12, 2008
I feel this need to admit something right now…just not to the people who need to hear it…yet.
As deeply as it cut and as much of a raging (internal) lunatic it made me, I’m…umm…glad? my parents didn’t bail me out of my recent car problems. Financially, I mean. It took wiping out almost my entire monetary worth, feeling alone, and riding out even darker feelings of failure and impossibility for weeks to see that even when things are at their worst, there is always a way out. And, most importantly, I can find it on my own.
Relief came when I picked up my fixed car on Tuesday. Further relief came just a minute ago when I was handed my pay stub for the paycheck to be deposited to my checking account tomorrow. Things are still tough, but I can’t deny they’re getting better. And perhaps that’s all we really need most of the time to keep sane.
For the next character building experience which I, honestly, pray will not be any time soon, I hope to remember this experience, particularly this moment, and a thing they call “patience.”
And, on a final note, when I end up approaching my parents, I hope I find the right balance of expressing the disappointment and hurt I felt because of them and my relief they did what they did to get me here.
Okay, that’s it. Thanks for listening.
A Lovely Day Thursday, June 5, 2008
There is no way anything will make it otherwise…not when the better half of youme (ahem, Ami) was born today, I finally got a good night’s sleep last night, my hair’s holding up nicely and this is my horoscope:
Mmm ‘kay?
To: Me, From: Me Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Sad, but true:
Not sad and very true, not to mention a relief:
Oye:
Add “and did” after “said. Oye x 357289573205873253708:
One day. Some day. Very, very soon:
My other occupation:
Take Me Back Here Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Or here:
Or just any place where I’m not dealing with car repairs or a busted Mac again.
