第25の28 (28 on the 25th)
I am very optimistic about many things in life. One day, I believe, the economy will get better. Eventually war and world hunger will be a thing of the past. And hey...I might even get that personal jet pack I've been wanting ever since I saw my first Jetson's episode. When it comes to birthdays, however, it's a totally different story. I want them to be awesome because, after all, it is the one day of the year that is (theoretically) about you. But they don't always live up to the hype put on them.
I wrote the above for a post dealing with my 27th birthday extravaganza. A year later, I still find myself trying to be optimistic about things in life. I believe that I'll eventually find a full time job, or at least enough part time work to justify my continuing living here. I believe that people will do the right thing year and re-elect Obama. And I still think I'll get that personal jet pack I've been wanting since I saw my first Jetson's episode. However, just like last year I still don't find myself being too optimistic when it comes to my birthday...and this is coming off of two years of great birthday's in Japan. And, just like last year, despite my pessimism my birthday turned out to be better than it had any right to be.
I spent my 27th birthday surrounded by co-workers at an izakaya sipping on one too many glasses of beer while MaryAnn was off in the States visiting family. Now a days I barely have any co-workers to speak of...and the ones I kind of have forgot it was my birthday. It's a good thing, then, that unlike last year MaryAnn was actually around to celebrate with me. In fact, it was the first time in the 10 years that we've known each other that I spent my birthday with her. Without her efforts my 28th birthday would have gone down as the most doomiest, gloomiest, most loneliest birthday ever.
I came home after my classes to find the apartment locked up tighter than a virgin's butt cheeks. After ten minutes of waiting outside, MaryAnn opened the door, shoved a party hat in my hands, and launched sine party favors in the air. Oh yes, the celebration had begun. Balloons littered the floor, and before I knew I could process everything out came the birthday cake. A delicious, chocolatey, roll cake. I loooooooove me some roll cake.
This birthday was already headed on a upward swing, but then MaryAnn busted out a magic show that just took it the party to new heights. Man, I hadn't been treated to a magic show since my 3rd birthday. Funny how the things that amused me so much then still amuse me a lot now.
As a surprise, MaryAnn took me out to dinner at the Han's in Moon Terrace...
...and they gave us complementary birthday drinks. Big ups to the people at Hans.
I left the place full of beer and french fries, which is always a great way to end an evening in my book. Thanks, MaryAnn, for helping to continue the streak of memorable birthdays in Japan.