The big 2-9 Birthday
Where to start? Where to start?
I’ll begin with my birthday…..
I was sitting at an establishment of merriment with a friend on Feb. 2nd. After looking around the bar for a moment she turns to me and points out that we were the only two straight people in the room. Now, I hadn’t really noticed until she pointed it out, but she was correct. Lots of VERY openly gay individuals in the bar. Which is odd because it is a regular old Irish pub. So…..what does she do? Being the rather smart person that she is……she makes it a point to let everyone know that it is my birthday at midnight. Between the bartender and the gay men I don’t think we had to pay for another drink the rest of the night. We had such a good time. I think every once in a while it is good to be put in a situation where you wouldn’t normally find yourself.
Yesterday I spoke to my grandparents, my dad, my aunt, one of my best friends who could not make my birthday extravaganza, a friend’s wife (who sang happy birthday on my voicemail) and my ex-girlfriend (I was a bit surprised by that one). This morning I woke up to 41 birthday wishes via Facebook and an email from yet another ex-girlfriend (even more surprised by that one than I was the ex-girlfriend phone call….Jesus, I’m really racking up the exes. Though I think it is a good thing that I’m able to have healthy, functional contact with them. I wasn’t able to do that for a while.)
Had birthday drinks with some of my closest friends last night. It was casual and low key. Rather perfect actually. My Mom even stopped by for a glass of wine. Funny story – the bartender had just poured me a Guinness (ie, the most delicious beer in the world). It was perfect. And then…..in the blink of an eye, the bar back knocked it over. Forget the fact that it soaked me and the guy standing next to me. He spilled a perfectly poured Guinness. That was the real tragedy. Of course the guy standing next to me made a big deal about it like an asshole. I could have cared less. (with the exception of his spilling a perfect pour) The poor guy is just trying to do his job. So Mr. “I’m wearing a suit and I’m going to make a big deal about an accident” is huffing and puffing and has to immediately go to the bathroom so that he can remove the 3 oz. of liquid that spilled on his $325 suit he bought on sale at Joseph A. Bank. People like that make the world a shitty place. I thought it was kind of funny. Some people like having something to be pissed about. He was one of those……
Oh, I would also like to thank the incredibly well endowed young lady behind the bar for:
1. Being alive
2. Wearing “work appropriate” clothing
3. Not instructing me to look her in the eye
4. Buying me a birthday shot
After that I got a steak and a bottle of red wine (no better combination in the world) at P.J. Clark’s with a couple of friends. Great food. Great company. I had never eaten there before. A classic Manhattan bar. Old school. It beat the hell out of going to Outback Steakhouse (which we tried to go to but it was closed….at 10 pm….on a Thursday night….this place is located in Manhattan not fucking Fargo. Stay open until midnight like normal places. Very disappointed in Outback.)
29 is off to as good of a start as I could imagine. I feel great. I feel young. I feel upbeat. I feel creative. I feel like I’m taking control again.
I’m going to tour a writing space tonight. Just a place to network and write in a quiet setting.
Odd note from today: I was sitting at a diner for lunch/late breakfast enjoying a cup of coffee when I looked out the window and yelled, “Oh shit!!!!” For the first in my life I saw someone lying in the middle of the cross walk after having been hit by a cab. This wasn’t any cab, it was an SUV cab with a metal bumper protector. It looked like a battering ram. It was an old guy who got hit. His shopping bags were strewn about. The cab driver got out and tried to help him up. I don’t think that was a good idea. He could have had some real damage going on there. Luckily there was a traffic cop on the corner and he was able to call in the right people although an ambulance was driving by about 30 seconds later and stopped. All good because I was going to go outside and help. I’m not sure how well I would have done with the massive amount of blood on the ground. The blood that they cab driver was trying desperately to clean up. I think the old guy was in complete shock from blood loss and trauma, however, when the EMTs finally got him in a neck brace and on a stretcher he became very animated and started yelling, throwing his hands in the air. It was all great entertainment once we knew that he was going to live. Up until then I was nervous that I had just witnessed a vehicular manslaughter.
Guess who is going to be looking both ways the next time he crosses the street…..
Big thanks to everyone who made my birthday special. It was as good as a day could get.