APRIL'S BIRTHDAY WEEKEND!!!!
...cause my birthday fell at the end of a weekend.
So today I turned 30. I don't feel any different, didn't have any mid-life crisis frustration, and didn't question my own mortality in a cliched 90s montage. I ate lots of cake and had a fantastic dinner at the Keg with my family and Steph, and drank something called a Kiwi Tini that I would absolutely have again.
Friday night, Steph, Amanda, and Co. brought me to the Fat Cat on George. The music was alright but I was kept sated with Malibu & Sprite alllll night, so good times were had by all. Most? All. Definitely all. Imma tag this with "so drunk" because I was at the time. Yep. Classy.
Saturday my sisters and I went dress shopping for my eldest sister's civil-ceremony. Yep, holy crap she's getting married O_O"" They are sickeningly cute together and he is one of the nicest guys I've ever met. She found her dress and shoes at the first and only place we were searching through, which is in itself cause for celebration, then headed to Chapters cause all my income tax came back to me and I wanted some minor happiness that can only be found in material possessions. I'll be going again later this week as my cousin gave me a gift card. She knows what I like. Lori gave me 21 pairs of black socks. She knows what I like too I guess.
Last Wednesday was the one year anniversary of my father's death. I suppose I put up blinders and walked through the day as if I didn't know what it marked, or just wouldn't let myself think about it because Of Course I knew what it marked. Then the little messages trickled in from aunts and uncles, saying their thoughts were with us and they were thinking about us, and later in the evening the telephone calls started though Mom handled those. I was blank. Until today when I felt the need to go to the cemetery for a chat. I logically know that if the spirit/energy of my father were to linger anywhere on Earth, he would not hang out in a graveyard, however it is the only spot I feel I can go speak to him honestly, where I won't be judged or overheard with my fears and my apologies and my issues. I miss him. That's what I ended up repeating. I miss you.
Yesterday was a very book-y kind of day, where Rowena and I tried to recover from the madness of the last two days by reading books and watching crappy movies that came on the Movie channel. We had started with League of Extraordinary Gentlemen Saturday night, which led me to telling her everything about the graphic novels and her demanding I lend them to her. I also makes me want to pick up some of the LXG stories I had thought up before, specifically Mina's travels back to Transylvania to find Jonathan as the new Dracula. So Sunday we had Predators with "Leave your shirt off" Adrian Brody, and Snakes on a Plane! with "I am tired of these mother fuckin' snakes on this mother fuckin' plane" Samuel L Jackson. Yeeeeah, we've been saying that on repeat all day.
In other news, Robert Carlyle turned 52 yesterday.
Did you hear that? Robert Carlyle's birthday is April 14th.
WE ARE PRACTICALLY RELATED!
So today I turned 30. I don't feel any different, didn't have any mid-life crisis frustration, and didn't question my own mortality in a cliched 90s montage. I ate lots of cake and had a fantastic dinner at the Keg with my family and Steph, and drank something called a Kiwi Tini that I would absolutely have again.
Friday night, Steph, Amanda, and Co. brought me to the Fat Cat on George. The music was alright but I was kept sated with Malibu & Sprite alllll night, so good times were had by all. Most? All. Definitely all. Imma tag this with "so drunk" because I was at the time. Yep. Classy.
Saturday my sisters and I went dress shopping for my eldest sister's civil-ceremony. Yep, holy crap she's getting married O_O"" They are sickeningly cute together and he is one of the nicest guys I've ever met. She found her dress and shoes at the first and only place we were searching through, which is in itself cause for celebration, then headed to Chapters cause all my income tax came back to me and I wanted some minor happiness that can only be found in material possessions. I'll be going again later this week as my cousin gave me a gift card. She knows what I like. Lori gave me 21 pairs of black socks. She knows what I like too I guess.
Last Wednesday was the one year anniversary of my father's death. I suppose I put up blinders and walked through the day as if I didn't know what it marked, or just wouldn't let myself think about it because Of Course I knew what it marked. Then the little messages trickled in from aunts and uncles, saying their thoughts were with us and they were thinking about us, and later in the evening the telephone calls started though Mom handled those. I was blank. Until today when I felt the need to go to the cemetery for a chat. I logically know that if the spirit/energy of my father were to linger anywhere on Earth, he would not hang out in a graveyard, however it is the only spot I feel I can go speak to him honestly, where I won't be judged or overheard with my fears and my apologies and my issues. I miss him. That's what I ended up repeating. I miss you.
Yesterday was a very book-y kind of day, where Rowena and I tried to recover from the madness of the last two days by reading books and watching crappy movies that came on the Movie channel. We had started with League of Extraordinary Gentlemen Saturday night, which led me to telling her everything about the graphic novels and her demanding I lend them to her. I also makes me want to pick up some of the LXG stories I had thought up before, specifically Mina's travels back to Transylvania to find Jonathan as the new Dracula. So Sunday we had Predators with "Leave your shirt off" Adrian Brody, and Snakes on a Plane! with "I am tired of these mother fuckin' snakes on this mother fuckin' plane" Samuel L Jackson. Yeeeeah, we've been saying that on repeat all day.
In other news, Robert Carlyle turned 52 yesterday.
Did you hear that? Robert Carlyle's birthday is April 14th.
WE ARE PRACTICALLY RELATED!