Greetings Minnions. Its my 50th Birthday. No applause, just throw money. No really. I quit my job. I might be needing it soon. Anyhoo. Fifty. Gulp. Yeah, I’m looking in the mirror again. Not really sure what I’m looking for. Gray hairs?Answers, perhaps.
I’ve been partying all week though. Oh yeah. I’ve had two birthday parties for me…so far. Two cakes ablaze with candles. No. Not fifty candles at once. You don’t want to burn New York down, do you? My aunt gave me a party last Saturday. She gave me $50. for turning 50. Why did I suddenly want to be 100? But I was astounded when a $50 bill fell out. And then my art class board members gave me a party on Saturday. Charlemagne had (cough) promised me a male stripper, but he didn’t show up. Charlemagne or the male stripper. Thanks a lot, buddy. I’ll remember that the next time you call for a ride. But I was astounded there too, because they also had a cake. Two of them actually. And presents. WTF? People in real life giving me presents? This must stop immediately. I might get used to it and then expect them every year and then what??? It was weird as we sat around the table at “P”s house. Fearless Art Leader asked me if I had any birthday traditions and you know what? I actually didn’t. I tried to come up with something and other than my mother taking me to countless restaurants on my birthday as a kid and having 900 waiters and waitresses come out and sing “Happy Birthday” which I absolutely HATED with the heat of 12 million suns, I really couldn’t think of anything.
Although now I actually love telling people its my birthday. Alot. I tell everyone. I’m like a crazy cat lady, except with birthdays. I also love helping other people celebrate theirs too. It like the anniversary of their existence, so why not? I finally did come up with somewhat of a tradition for my birthday the night of the party.
Heart shaped cakes. Because having a birthday in close proximity to Valentine’s Day always made for heart shaped, heart dappled, heart strewn, heart attack producing vanilla cakes. I like hearts though. They’re hopeful. I mean I could have been born on Ground Hog’s Day. How exciting would it have been to have giant rodent shaped cakes? Damn. So many missed opportunities.
This entry is actually a little early. My birthday hasn’t happened yet. Its like Birthday Eve. I guess because I’ve had so much pre-birthday activity, my birthday may be a bit anticlimactic. “J” from my old job is supposed to take me to lunch tomorrow. I saw his name on my caller ID today, but no message. He might have chickened out. I mean have you seen that hot picture up above? Woo. I’m also seeing “A” tomorrow to discuss…(echoing voice) THE NEXT 50 YEARS. I definitely don’t want to talk about the last 50, that’s for damn sure! Nope. Trying to look ahead for a change. I actually went to Barnes and Nobles over the weekend and it was absolutely swarming with guys. Guys looking at me demurely reading “The History of Color Photography or How to Photograph Cucumbers so they Look Good Enough to Eat”. I actually don’t really remember the name of the book. I guess I was too nervous with all the apparent attention I was getting. Shoo! Anyways, its almost 1 a.m. and I do need my beauty rest. Thanks for reading and hop over to http://Poolagirl@diaryland.com. Its her birthday too. Happy birthday Poola!! You’re the best. Night all.