Just Another Bend In Journey of Life
Friday, July 21, 2006
Birthday funSo Wednesday I turned 29, the age that I will live at forever!!! Or is it that I've been 21 for 8 years? Either or, I'm refusing to "see" that I have less than 1 year to go before I hit the big 3-0. What I can't seem to figure out is WHEN in the hell did I get to be this age? Man, time flies!
So the day started out with the usual shit-- work. Although S did call to wake me up and sing Happy Bday to me. God I love that little shit!!! I cannot tell you how much I miss her!!! 15 more days from today till I get to see her cute little face and sparkling eyes again! Much of the day I was choked up. I got tons of e-cards from everyone in their brother. The one from my mom got me. I'm such a sucker. But like I said, I was really not looking forward to this bday so I was having a hard time with it. Probably didn't help that I had pms either. (Ya, I know TMI.) :) After work I decided that I was going to hit the bar since I never really do that on my birthday and S is gone. In fact, I can't remember the last time I actually went out and celebrated my birthday to be honest. Most likely due to my paranoia of someone dying. (Oh and someone did by the way. However it wasn't under tragic circumstances... Well I guess it kind of was. My dad's cousin's husband (follow that?) was diagnosed w/ cancer in Feb maybe and they gave him a short time. As a result he passed the morning of the 19th. But there haven't been any car crashes or anything like that this year. Only 3 days of the curse left...) Anyway, my cousin and I left work and headed down to the Legion where BT met us. She stayed for 2 beers. My sister actually showed up which surprised the hell out of me. The chick goes NO WHERE without her fiance'. It's actually sick. I told her the other day that I'm done with her. I'm done calling her etc, because I always get blown off. She calls me when she needs me to do something for her. I'm just done. That is a whole other post that I'm sure I'll get to one of these days. Ok, back on track.... My sister showed up, then my friend Jessica and my dad. Another friend of mine was in the bar who is a fucking hoot. OMG! I laughed so hard that my stomach actually hurt. Oh the things he was saying about me to my dad. I thought my dad was going to physically hurt him. This guy is in his 50's too. Freaking hilarious. OMG! Never been married. No clue why as I dont' think he's gay. If he is he does one hell of a good cover up!!! Anyway, after my dad and sister left, BT's sister showed up as well as the prosecuter who I'm good friends with. We stayed there till probably 10ish, headed to the funny guys house for a while and then headed back to the "good" side of the bay. BT was tired and wanted to go home so I dropped him off. While inside he gave me my present which is a really pretty necklace with a gold heart and ruby in the middle. He did a good job. He was so scared that I wasn't going to like it. After dropping him off Jess, Tina and I headed to the local establishment because I had to find my friend Gary. He went to school with my mom but he and I have the same birthday. He's been divorced forever and a day and he's the local Don Johnson (or so he thinks). I love seeing him in the winter because his collar is always standing up and shirt unbuttoned. Love him. Absolutely love him. Little man-whore that he is!!! He and I were both very good friends with a guy that I graduated with. We buried him 6 years ago on our birthday... So it's very important to us that we get together have tip one back for Jason. God bless him. We'd planned on meeting and then going to the cemetery but I'm just way too emotional this week to even think about doing that.
Remember way back when I said I don't do shots? Ya well the girls decided that I needed a birthday shot. OMG yuck! Everytime I do, my boobs come out. Never fails. That my friends, is why I stick to beer and only beer. Tequila (barf) Rose was the shot of choice Wed. I have to admit that is better than the straight tequila. I'd have been right laid out dead in a pool of my own vomit had they "made" me do that. Actually, I know myself and I'd have refused. The thought of it even now makes me just want to just throw up in my mouth a little bit. Blech. K, Now that I have my heebie jeebies out of the way.... Ya, the tequila rose kicked in and I had the "it's my birthday and I can do whatever the hell I want" attitude. I tried getting on top of the little table but get this---- I WAS TOO TALL!!!! YEAH!!! It is no fun trying to dance while hunched over and feeling like you have a load in your pants so I got off of there and went to the "big" bar and again, I WAS TOO TALL!!!! Whoooo hoooo!!!!! So I opted for the bar stool. At least I could hold a hand against the ceiling so I wouldn't fall. While listening to the jukebox dancing on the chair, I decided to make up some new songs as well. The "Hey Ya" song by Outkast is now re-named to be "Saaaaaaa----raaaaahhhhh" and "Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy" is now "Save a Horse Ride a
So yesterday I get to work and the chick from the front desk calls me and says that I have a call on line 1 and was told to tell me it's the flower guy... Ya, wow, I just found out about a meeting that I have-- take a message or send him to my voice mail. He left no message. Then around 930am or so another girl says "Oh look a flower truck, they must be here to make a payment". I jumped so fast you'd have though there was a bomb under my chair. I flew into my cousin's office and told the flower truck spotter to call the front desk and tell them that I'm out of the office or in a meeting or something. ANYTHING! My cousin comes back with a big freaking thing of red roses. Long stem at that! No card or anything. I was in shock and laughing so hard. They weren't in a vase or anything, must've just taken them out of a bucket in the truck so I decided to put them in some water. There was plastic wrap stuff around the head of the roses and a rubber band around the bottom. I got a big vase and put some water in it and then started unwrapping the roses. Not one dozen but TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO dozen red roses! I just about died. My cousin and our boss and I were just laughing so hard! They said that next time I have to go for either the steak or seafood truck driver!!!
Moral of the story-- you don't have to put out to get two dozen roses!!!
