That's right - today, March 3rd, is the day of my birth and with
it comes the grand tradition of the "It's my birthday! Why are you drinking
coffee on my birthday?" story.You know those stories that are
either
a) only funny to you; or
b) only funny when you tell them in person?
Well, I thought it might be fun to tell the "Why are you drinking coffee on my birthday" story ON my birthday, in podcast form, so that you could all experience the joy. And then I started to think that perhaps the "Why are you drinking coffee on my birthday?" story actually falls into the first "only funny to me category". And then I got caught up watching 9 episodes of Battlestar Galactica last night and eating a loaf of meat at Dapo and Jebr's and the whole thing went down the Colonial Fleet crapper.
a) only funny to you; or
b) only funny when you tell them in person?
Well, I thought it might be fun to tell the "Why are you drinking coffee on my birthday" story ON my birthday, in podcast form, so that you could all experience the joy. And then I started to think that perhaps the "Why are you drinking coffee on my birthday?" story actually falls into the first "only funny to me category". And then I got caught up watching 9 episodes of Battlestar Galactica last night and eating a loaf of meat at Dapo and Jebr's and the whole thing went down the Colonial Fleet crapper.
What's the point? The point is, it's my birthday! I started it off a little early yesterday, when Padu presented me with the long coveted Big Girl Knits book and (ha ha ha) a bridal magazine. Those models in the knitting book - HOT. Like . . . HOT. And the sweaters aren't bad either! Thanks, Padu!
Then, at midnight, when my brithday officially started, I had a call with my girlfriend, for whom I am pining a little extra today. I don't usually make a big thing about birthdays, but only because I'm too shy to; so I am finding it's just a little harder being apart from her today than other days. Of course, I'm finding that everyone's sympathy on this subject fades, and rightly so, when I mention that:
a) she's been sending me lovely treats in the mail all February; and
b) she's taking me with her to California next Tuesday to drink lattes and watch seals sunning themselves in Monterey Bay while she goes to the TED Conference. SEALS!
One half of my parents, the dad half, awoke me this morning with a phone call, which was a wonderful start to my day, especially when he reminded me that I had a card to open from them that I'd been saving. Score! Then, because it is also my friend Jeba's birthday today, we took each other out for brunch. I told her the "Why are you drinking coffee on my birthday" story. She laughed, but she might just have been humouring me, because it is my birthday. Then again, she doesn't have to humour me - it's HER birthday too! Good thing we're good at sharing.
We also talked about how she and I and her friend Jepe went to see the play adaptation of The Polished Hoe at the Harbourfront Theatre Wednesday night. We all had different ideas about what the show would be about - I was hoping for a musical, but was sadly foiled. Jeba too was disappointed. As we were leaving, Jeba said "So . . . I kind of thought that the play was going to be about a really accomplished hooker. And I kept waiting for the hooker part to start. And it just didn't." And then we laughed even harder. Oh, good times.
So all in all, it's been a pretty good start to 32. And the day ain't over yet! I am one lucky creampuff.
Speaking of lucky, I never remember when my blogaversary is, but it's in March, like my birthaversary, so I'd like to share some birthday love with all of you and thank you so much for enriching my life with your comments and blogs and occasional mail and dirty, dirty links. I hope that you're all near some cake. Get your face in there!
Then, at midnight, when my brithday officially started, I had a call with my girlfriend, for whom I am pining a little extra today. I don't usually make a big thing about birthdays, but only because I'm too shy to; so I am finding it's just a little harder being apart from her today than other days. Of course, I'm finding that everyone's sympathy on this subject fades, and rightly so, when I mention that:
a) she's been sending me lovely treats in the mail all February; and
b) she's taking me with her to California next Tuesday to drink lattes and watch seals sunning themselves in Monterey Bay while she goes to the TED Conference. SEALS!
One half of my parents, the dad half, awoke me this morning with a phone call, which was a wonderful start to my day, especially when he reminded me that I had a card to open from them that I'd been saving. Score! Then, because it is also my friend Jeba's birthday today, we took each other out for brunch. I told her the "Why are you drinking coffee on my birthday" story. She laughed, but she might just have been humouring me, because it is my birthday. Then again, she doesn't have to humour me - it's HER birthday too! Good thing we're good at sharing.
We also talked about how she and I and her friend Jepe went to see the play adaptation of The Polished Hoe at the Harbourfront Theatre Wednesday night. We all had different ideas about what the show would be about - I was hoping for a musical, but was sadly foiled. Jeba too was disappointed. As we were leaving, Jeba said "So . . . I kind of thought that the play was going to be about a really accomplished hooker. And I kept waiting for the hooker part to start. And it just didn't." And then we laughed even harder. Oh, good times.
So all in all, it's been a pretty good start to 32. And the day ain't over yet! I am one lucky creampuff.
Speaking of lucky, I never remember when my blogaversary is, but it's in March, like my birthaversary, so I'd like to share some birthday love with all of you and thank you so much for enriching my life with your comments and blogs and occasional mail and dirty, dirty links. I hope that you're all near some cake. Get your face in there!
