2004-06-03 - 2:09 a.m.
THEY SAY IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY
I had started an update over the weekend, but it seems woefully out of date now. So I'm trashing it and starting anew, yeah I sure am.
So it was my birthday the other day. Birthdays are fun! They were better when I was little, but they're still okay. Nobody buys me anything anymore, they just give me money. Which is good. I like money. I need more of it.
For the past few years I've had a good mix of birthday activity. I usually go out to dinner with my sister, although not this year cause she's in Seattle for something. So I ate at my sweetums' house. Her grandma makes this meal that's... I don't know if it even has a name, but it's like breaded chicken breasts that you cook in marinara sauce and mozzarella, and then you serve it over noodles. It's SO good.
Her grandma usually makes it for Thanksgiving or Christmas, and that's the only time I get to eat it. But Charity called her up and asked her to make it for my birthday and she did. What a nice lady. I remember when we got engaged, her grandma told me that she's always thought of me like I was part of the family. That meant a lot to me.
Then she said that if I broke her grandbaby's heart, they'd never find me. That meant even more to me. I don't want to sleep with the fishes.
Where was I? Oh yeah! So after dinner, be it with my sister or wherever, I go home to my parents house for cake and opening presents. Well, not really presents, more like opening the cards with the money in them. I can't even remember the last time I got a wrapped present for my birthday. I have this one aunt who always sent me clothes that didn't fit, and she would wrap the box. But finally a year or two ago she started sending money like everyone else.
Then for the past few years, a small collection of my closest peeps have been gathering at this hotel for a little party. The hotel has a really nice bar and pretty good food. Charity and I usually get a room there, so if we drink too much all we have to worry about is stumbling to the elevator. We learned our lesson the hard way a few years ago on her birthday, when our designated driver decided to get drunk and we had to call my parents to pick us up. That sucked!
So what else. I've been watching repeats of Wings lately, and Joe and Helen are trying to plan their wedding, just like I am. Joe, that loveable but frugal scamp, wants things as cheap as possible while Helen wants a big, classy affair. And they go back and forth and then Lowell and Antonio get into it with their wacky antics. And Roy, don't forget Roy.
It's kinda funny in comparison to how my planning is going. Basically, every few days or so Charity sits down with some magazines and whatnot that have little post-its at the top and she shows me things she's picked while I nod along. Once and a while she'll be like "do you like this one or that one?" and I have to pick. It's very stressful.
Plus, I always seem to pick the wrong one. I can tell it's wrong because her nose wrinkles up when I say it. So then I'll choose the other one instead and she'll smile and say she likes that one, too. That's how you compromise.
I gotta go! Next time I'll talk about the new house and stuff that I'm buying. And THE BAT. Boy oh boy, was that a crazy scene.
BYE
