may 11th
My mom went into labor on Mother's Day in 1987. I wasn't actually born until the next day, but I think it's sort of a shame that my mother and I aren't close even with that seemingly divine coincidence. We still get together on Mother's Day to celebrate both that holiday and my birthday; that tradition will be observed tomorrow.
Yesterday was my 20th anniversary with life, and it was insanely different from my 19th. But that's just the way I roll. Wednesday night around midnight, Andy gave me my present from him, which was this super-luxurious spice rack. I had asked for a spice rack (we have no spices, and can therefore only cook things out of boxes) and imagined some small thing with 9 or 12 bottles, but he got me this insane spinning rack with 32 bottles and labels. It matches the kitchen counter, too!
On my birthday proper, we went to lunch with my parents and to dinner with our friends Scott, Bridget, and Robert. After dinner we all went to the Damien Rice concert at the Pageant, which was surprisingly sold out, and super freaking packed. Damien was great, but at one point Andy yelled loudly (as in, for thousands of concert-goers to hear) "Where's Lisa". Damien calmly answered that the problem with having a talented band is that band members sometimes go off to have solo careers, etc etc. It was really a good show, though. My suspicions that "Me, My Yoke, and I" is about masturbation were confirmed. He played "Rat In the Grain", which is a great b-side that too few people seemed familiar with. My favorite part of the concert was his last song before the encore, when he did "Cannonball". That song is probably his biggest hit. He stood with the mic behind him, at the very end of the stage, and unplugged the mic in his guitar. The whole Pageant was silent as he played, and everyone could hear him sing. It was pretty amazing. It made me fall a little in love with him, perhaps.
Birthdays are weird.
Yesterday was my 20th anniversary with life, and it was insanely different from my 19th. But that's just the way I roll. Wednesday night around midnight, Andy gave me my present from him, which was this super-luxurious spice rack. I had asked for a spice rack (we have no spices, and can therefore only cook things out of boxes) and imagined some small thing with 9 or 12 bottles, but he got me this insane spinning rack with 32 bottles and labels. It matches the kitchen counter, too!
On my birthday proper, we went to lunch with my parents and to dinner with our friends Scott, Bridget, and Robert. After dinner we all went to the Damien Rice concert at the Pageant, which was surprisingly sold out, and super freaking packed. Damien was great, but at one point Andy yelled loudly (as in, for thousands of concert-goers to hear) "Where's Lisa". Damien calmly answered that the problem with having a talented band is that band members sometimes go off to have solo careers, etc etc. It was really a good show, though. My suspicions that "Me, My Yoke, and I" is about masturbation were confirmed. He played "Rat In the Grain", which is a great b-side that too few people seemed familiar with. My favorite part of the concert was his last song before the encore, when he did "Cannonball". That song is probably his biggest hit. He stood with the mic behind him, at the very end of the stage, and unplugged the mic in his guitar. The whole Pageant was silent as he played, and everyone could hear him sing. It was pretty amazing. It made me fall a little in love with him, perhaps.
Birthdays are weird.