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So...
I've decided something.
Last year, I had dinner by myself at a sushi/chinese restaurant uptown on my birthday... and that worked fine. This year, I thought for a second that it'd be nice to have people around me... but I tend to think that making a big deal out of my own birthday is a little... not sure what the word is... indelicate? silly? horn-tootin-ish? Dunno. I don't like feeling like I'm guilting people into celebrating me. I mean, it'd be nice if they felt like it... but I'm just low enough on self esteem that that strikes me as unlikely. Well, that and the fact that having a summer birthday and moving around all the time conspired to make it so that absolutely none of my friends ever remembered my birthday. I remember one particularly lame slip n' slide party in Germany that just.... prolly scarred me for life on the birthday front... oh! And mustn't forget the 18th birthday debacle of the cancer-boob and people sexing on my sisters bed. Oh, the memories.
I think I'm going to go to Euan's concert again, because I enjoy the music... and I have GOT to not let the atmosphere bother me and get up and rock out to 500 Miles... I mean full on dancing and singing. Which, I admit would be less awkward if people were doing it with me, but I WILL re-capture the joie du vivre I spontaneously had at the zipper gigs and rock out.
Thus, I believe I will be going Blue, possibly in a corset, and rockin' out to some really beautiful scottish music and some fun popish music, and generally just enjoying myself.
Then after that, I will come home and down some JD while lamenting getting older.... and hopefully my place will be clean enough for me to feel good about it while getting tipsy.
So there. Birthday in a nutshell.
Had to put that out there, cuz otherwise I'd prolly just decide it wasn't worth the effort and stay home... and that'd be lame.
Woot.
Ien
I've decided something.
Last year, I had dinner by myself at a sushi/chinese restaurant uptown on my birthday... and that worked fine. This year, I thought for a second that it'd be nice to have people around me... but I tend to think that making a big deal out of my own birthday is a little... not sure what the word is... indelicate? silly? horn-tootin-ish? Dunno. I don't like feeling like I'm guilting people into celebrating me. I mean, it'd be nice if they felt like it... but I'm just low enough on self esteem that that strikes me as unlikely. Well, that and the fact that having a summer birthday and moving around all the time conspired to make it so that absolutely none of my friends ever remembered my birthday. I remember one particularly lame slip n' slide party in Germany that just.... prolly scarred me for life on the birthday front... oh! And mustn't forget the 18th birthday debacle of the cancer-boob and people sexing on my sisters bed. Oh, the memories.
I think I'm going to go to Euan's concert again, because I enjoy the music... and I have GOT to not let the atmosphere bother me and get up and rock out to 500 Miles... I mean full on dancing and singing. Which, I admit would be less awkward if people were doing it with me, but I WILL re-capture the joie du vivre I spontaneously had at the zipper gigs and rock out.
Thus, I believe I will be going Blue, possibly in a corset, and rockin' out to some really beautiful scottish music and some fun popish music, and generally just enjoying myself.
Then after that, I will come home and down some JD while lamenting getting older.... and hopefully my place will be clean enough for me to feel good about it while getting tipsy.
So there. Birthday in a nutshell.
Had to put that out there, cuz otherwise I'd prolly just decide it wasn't worth the effort and stay home... and that'd be lame.
Woot.
Ien