So: it’s my birthday.
Birthdays haven’t been big deals to me in years, although as I approach 40 they’re starting to be sources of trepidation. I have no party planned, other than having vague thoughts of seeing if I can get a few people to go to The Melting Pot soon. (Or perhaps the Zuni Café in San Francisco if I’m feeling particularly ambitious
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I keep forgetting that you're younger than me. I'm not sure why. Not a big deal or even at all important, really.
I know what you mean about places feeling right. I grew up (mostly) in the central Rockies, and have tons of relatives (including all my siblings) there. But the northwest is home. I'm totally bonded with the weather, the landscape, the attitude. And not long after we moved here (back when I was fifteen), I felt the strong connection almost immediately. It was kinda freaky.
Anyway, happy birthday, however you decide to spend it. ^_^
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Hope it's a good day for you. And hey, it's no different on one side of 40 than the other. Believe me, I'm at the 43 year mark.
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Once I'm back on my feet after a paycheck I want to take both you and Garth out to Maya's to make up for being dirt-po' on both of your holidays.
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