Best birthday ever
At Fountain Square
Originally uploaded by dynamist.
I’ve been overwhelmed since the moment I woke up, in the best possible sense. A random list of cool things about my 30th:
* Spending time with my little brother this morning was a great start to the day.
* The weather couldn’t have been more perfect - sunny, warm, no humidity, and very breezy.
* I got a letter from a new friend in China (you know who you are) that really moved me.
* My friend Mary showing up with not one but TWO birthday cakes from the Bonbonerie. Like I told her, she’s evil…and I like it. I like it a lot.
* My new landlord (who I’ve only known for a few days) just happened to be coming out of my new building as I was showing Adriana the outside, and he ended up showing us the progress on my apartment (the oven was delivered this morning!). THEN he drove us all around Cincinnati in his 1930 Packard convertible, which was a total blast.
* Being surrounded by my friends from so many different phases of my life was sort of surreal. THANK YOU, guys, for being there.
* I got the best cards, emails, and Facebook messages! Thanks, everyone!
* Oh, and I got a lot of really cool presents (I remember when presents were the best thing about having a birthday…when did that change?). The themes were: Jewelry, stuff that smells good, works of art, and sweet stuff.
It starts all over again tomorrow, since I need to have a party that includes boys, too. Is it a sign of maturity that I’m sort of sick of talking about my birthday now? Let’s hope so.
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Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday Jackie - enjoy the decade of being oh so comfortable in one’s own skin!! raker xx
There are two types of people in the world:
1) Those who get asked by their friends a couple of weeks before their birthday: “Hey! Your birthday is coming up! Whaddaya say we get the band together and go do [something fun]!” Or, in the case of Item 1) paragraph (a) get the same thing as a surprise.
2) Those who get asked by their friends a couple of weeks after their birthday: “Hey! That’s right! Your birthday was a couple of weeks ago! Happy Birthday! Whaddya do? (Answer: went to work, went to the gym.) “What??? Why didn’t you do anything fun?”
Um, because none of you who call me friend for upwards of a decade or more ever remember my b-day? And not because we’re too old for this shit, as you make sure everyone else in the group gets cards, emails, gifts and dinner/drinnks/celebrations out the wazoo?
So. Did you figure out that I am in the second category?
This year, I basically TOLD the people at work and my *friends* that I wanted a BIG DEAL made over me for my 40th because I literally have not had people do anything for my birthday, ever. (My 21st was celebrated by a first legal drink with Mom & Dad at Red Lobster. I’m not kidding.). In short, I’m not ashamed to say I was finally - after a few decades of being IGNORED//Glenn Close - totally shameless about assertively asking that attention must be paid//Arthur Miller.
The result is: My work posse is getting a gang together for bowling and karaoke tonight, which will be awesome. My non-work friends?
One bouquet of flowers from a great BF. Gift of jewelry from another BF. Two cards.
The rest ? Who I have watched give each other cards and send each other emails for everyone’s 40th? Radio silence.
As noted, if it was “wer’e all too old to have a big deal made” it would be okay. It’s the idea that it always seems to be *other people* that get the big deal made that is so irking. I mean really, a silly e-card from Hallmark would. Be. APPRECIATED.
Yeah, I’ve got issues. I know. I’ll let myself out now. :o)