In an attempt to sound as non-melodramatic as possible I really do have the worst birthday karma ever. Extraordinarily good things have happened in birthday's past, but never without equally extraordinarily bad things happening shortly thereafter. It's just been my lot in life, which is why this birthday was going to go completely under the radar. Or at least as much as possible since I'd prefer fantastically horrible, ridiculous things to keep themselves safely out of drop-kick range for their own safety (not mine). I'm a cold, hardened bitch who gets her way now and if fate tempts me I'll get in a big ol' punch up with it. But this year... this year it seems the tides are turning. Baby lambs are frolicking, the heavens are opening, and gifts doth bestow themselves unto me.
First we have the small matter of my very best friend calling me up a few weeks ago to tell me that she booked a plane ticket for me to visit her in Florida. For my birthday. IN FLORIDA! Where the sun is shining, the martinis are fresh, and always served by young, straight versions of Ricky Martin who just want to smile and tell me how magnificent I am in as many languages as they can muster. Which usually isn't English but it doesn't stop me from enjoying the compliments anyway. Is she not the most beautiful, amazing, witty, gorgeous, god damned magnificent best friend a girl could have or what?!?!
4 weeks until my birthday.
And then a week later Steve picks me up so we can go shoot a local waterfall, and sitting on the passenger's seat is a gift! JUST FOR ME!!! And it's wrapped in *pink* tissue paper. And placed in the cutest little pink stripey bag you ever did see. It turned out that he gave me the wooden artist's model I've always, always wanted. The one he has had to listen to me whine about wanting every time we went curtain shopping at Ikea. It might have been a self-serving gift so he didn't have to listen to me whine any more, but he knows me well enough by now to know that it would take an act of the Mother Goddess to shut me up. To top it all off he took me to Big Bowl for dinner. And you bitches know I looooooove me some Big Bowl.
3 weeks until my birthday.
Yesterday I'm at work, listening to my pretty pink iPod Ella, COMPLETELY zoned out and in another world as I'm coding a new site (as one often is when they're coding in another language and simultaneously listening to the groovy sounds of Christina Aguilera) when my friend Jeremy peeks his head around the corner of my desk. Which actually made me yelp a little bit as I tried not to pee my pants from being startled out of my web-designing-reverie. I was also slightly surprised to see him since I was under the impression that the consulting work he does here once a month was handed off to someone else a few months ago (as if Jeremy could keep himself away from all the coolness that is me and my colleagues ;). In my fit of astonishment I started giggling (well, I can't be always counted on to form whole sentences) and he beckoned me around the corner where the other 3 designers were standing around the table. A table with a BIG BEAUTIFUL GIFT in the middle of it JUST FOR ME!!! A gorgeous white box adorned with pink polka dots and a beautiful pink bow. And I bet you'll never in a million years guess what was inside. Never, EVER. In the interest of time - it was a pink baseball hat with the word 'Nikon" embroidered on the front. Ha ha ha, aren't my friends the COOLEST?!
2 1/2 weeks until my birthday.
As my brother asked the other day, "What the fuck? Is this birthday month for Margaret???" Yes Paul. It is my birthday month. I'm so cool that my birthday gets celebrated for an entire month. Even the baby Jesus couldn't pull that shit off.
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Ha, ha how funny. I celevrate the whole month of April for mine too, I was born to get spolied, and it seems as you do too. Well count yourself lucky you aren't 30 yet.
I feel in the interests of not insulting us old folks, that you refrain from speaking of thirty. Some of us would like to enjoy the last few months of our 20's if you don't mind.
Otherwise we'll be curmudgeonly and cantakerous...well more so than usual.
Ooh! There's one more absolutely superb thing to add to this list. We just got confirmation on a totally kick ass ocean front room right on South Beach (Collins Ave.) in the middle of ALL the action!! Wooohooo!! This time we wont even have to dance with death trying to get a cab back home!! We'll just stumble our cute little asses a couple of blocks down and voila! We're there!!! Woooooooooohoooooooooooo!!!
Steve, can agree with you completely there since a while ago a dear dear lady had to point out to me how many months it is before I too reach that point. Its still in YEARS right now! Months? Why did I want to hear that? Worst of all, I have now begun to sadly count down myself. Drat that ladies influence.