Soon, my birthday will become invincible!
I think that my birthday may be over now. A birthday is a limited resource. I like to parcel mine out slowly, so I can usually make my birthday last about a week. Of course, the week is over now and all that's left are a number of photos that make me suspect I am no longer glowing with youth.
That's okay. Youth is a limited resource.
In my birthday week, the painter and I have worked on another portrait for the big fair on my street and the fetish ball in London. I may not be going on vacation, but at least my girdle-clad image will be traveling to exciting places. The portrait includes many of my favorite things, including my blue velvet chaise lounge and a sort of Perl/Ada composite cat that is the result of both cats taking turns sitting at my feet and staring at S. There is also a bicycle because - well - it was there, next to the chaise.
My family took me to an exceedingly fancy restaurant, where the staff made much of me and the chef brought me a little signed birthday card. Staff was, in fact, so attentive and polite that I suspected they were just working extra hard in order to avoid being made to sing "Happy Birthday" and place a sombrero atop my head(squid). If they had, I'm certain it would have been the most tasteful sombrero known to man, possibly designed by Isaac Mitzrahi. My family was patient and kind, bordering on indulgent, and I toasted them at length with champagne, because without them, I would not be possible.
Many of my friends came to tea, so many that we filled the teeny little tea shop where I had chosen to finish my birthday celebrations and not a single non-birthday customer got even a second of tea and quiet with their cups of Monkey-Picked Iron Goddess. C. arrived sporting a most fabulous Edward Gorey hat. J's former roommate allowed me to borrow his copy of Nikolai Gogol's Dead Souls on the carousel. L. allowed me to borrow her fan. The bartender from across the street gave the gift of squid. B. wore one of those little tiny Five and Diamond hats that is held in place with a big wooden pin. My friends were witty and charming, possesed of endless trivia and arcane knitting projects. The Russian tea cakes were sticky and good.
I'm all out of birthday. Now I will retreat to the Bunker to have tea (iced tea - it's warm out) with my new squid.
That's okay. Youth is a limited resource.
In my birthday week, the painter and I have worked on another portrait for the big fair on my street and the fetish ball in London. I may not be going on vacation, but at least my girdle-clad image will be traveling to exciting places. The portrait includes many of my favorite things, including my blue velvet chaise lounge and a sort of Perl/Ada composite cat that is the result of both cats taking turns sitting at my feet and staring at S. There is also a bicycle because - well - it was there, next to the chaise.
My family took me to an exceedingly fancy restaurant, where the staff made much of me and the chef brought me a little signed birthday card. Staff was, in fact, so attentive and polite that I suspected they were just working extra hard in order to avoid being made to sing "Happy Birthday" and place a sombrero atop my head(squid). If they had, I'm certain it would have been the most tasteful sombrero known to man, possibly designed by Isaac Mitzrahi. My family was patient and kind, bordering on indulgent, and I toasted them at length with champagne, because without them, I would not be possible.
Many of my friends came to tea, so many that we filled the teeny little tea shop where I had chosen to finish my birthday celebrations and not a single non-birthday customer got even a second of tea and quiet with their cups of Monkey-Picked Iron Goddess. C. arrived sporting a most fabulous Edward Gorey hat. J's former roommate allowed me to borrow his copy of Nikolai Gogol's Dead Souls on the carousel. L. allowed me to borrow her fan. The bartender from across the street gave the gift of squid. B. wore one of those little tiny Five and Diamond hats that is held in place with a big wooden pin. My friends were witty and charming, possesed of endless trivia and arcane knitting projects. The Russian tea cakes were sticky and good.
I'm all out of birthday. Now I will retreat to the Bunker to have tea (iced tea - it's warm out) with my new squid.