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So a couple of weekends ago, Flapjack and I had a birthday party at the Manse for . . . us. It was Big Lebowski themed and there were White Russians and . . . man. White Russians. Are delicious, and yet have a lot of alcohol in them.

I managed to stay up until 3am, though, which is pretty good for me! And as soon as I went to bed the party got lame anyway, I assume.

Click on the photo of the Maudes (that's Kelly and me) for more pictures! It was a good time, and a lot of people wore bathrobes.
littlewashu: (james t. kirk - dopey)
Today is my birthday and I wish that I were not at work!

I am listening to the new Lily Allen album and wishing that we were best friends. I love her. I just can't stop. Everything she sings, I am like, "man, YES!" I love the way she describes being in love: that it's all staying in bed and playing video games and eating Chinese food and making fun of each other and accidentally calling me baby. I don't know. I just love her. I read her entire Wikipedia entry today and want to be her best friend.

Except that I already have a pretty awesome best friend: Michelle took me out to lunch today and we ate sandwiches in a dark dining room near a fireplace, and talked about . . . well, what ladies talk about. Michelle, we should do that more often. I love Michelle.

Also awesome today: my parents sent me flowers. When I went out to warm up my car this morning, Andrew had scraped the ice off of my windshield and was attempting to write "Happy Birthday" on my side window, because he is cute and thoughtful. Chris is cooking steak for me tonight, and he bought me a genuine work of art for me for my birthday. It is a painting of a grilled cheese sandwich.

Today is sort of . . . mild, weather-wise. For a string of four or five years (back in the late nineties/early aughts) the weather was unseasonably warm on my birthday each year. One of those years I took a physics exam whilst wearing a tiara. That stopped for a while (the unseasonably warm weather I mean -- but I guess the tiara-wearing stopped as well, and I haven't taken a physics test in years), but maybe this is a new beginning.

Happy my birthday, everyone! I love everybody! Life is great!
littlewashu: (james t. kirk - dopey)
Hi! It's my birthday today! That is awesome! I am thirty!

Unfortunately, I have to make a presentation to a Planning Board tonight. Boooo. Luckily, it is a tiny, insignfiicant project, at a laid-back, developer-friendly town. So we should be out of there quickly. Dear god I hope I didn't just jinx myself.

I had a party this past weekend! Unfortunately, I was a dummy and did the age old no eating + vodka shots combo, and I passed out at like 12:30am and missed most of my own freaking party. BOOOOO. I am such an idiot. Oh well. Hopefully everyone had a good time. And I did too, during the part where I was awake! I got to wear my old Halloween costume. And Obi-Wan is my boyfriend. )So it can't be all bad.

It had a theme, you see: Star Trek vs. Star Wars. Some people actually came in costume, and most everybody else wore something festive and Star Warsy. Mitchell was Zefram Cochrane! I knew I could count on him to back me up.

But so if you came, thank you very much for coming to my party! And getting into the spirit of things! And bringing presents! And cake! I'm sorry that I did not get to say goodbye. You guys are the best! Also thanks to everyone (mostly Manse residents) who helped me set the place up for the party, including the installation of an Okudagram on the bar.

Tomorrow Chris is taking me out to dinner a fancy steakhouse in the city. This weekend I will see my parents. I have the greatest friends in the world. In three weeks I will be on a plane to Amsterdam. Being thirty is great so far!
littlewashu: (james t. kirk - happy)
I'm done cooking. I'm going to bed now.

It's my birthday!
littlewashu: (kurt)
Today is a great day. Just a great day.

Yesterday was weird. Yesterday was the most low-key birthday ever, I think. Which doesn't matter, as I've made this a totally Birthday Weekend, and I have a lot to look forward to, including a party on Saturday which will totally be my real birthday celebration. It was just so strange, yesterday, to have it not be a big deal. I'm a very birthday person.

Yesterday I came into work late. And I stopped on the way in for a bagel. I worked pretty hard, but not too hard. I left on time, and went to give myself a birthday present: I got my ear pierced. Then I came home and watched Star Trek and updated my website. It was nice and lovely and relaxed. Then Mitch came over. We ordered Chinese food and watched different Star Trek. And Mitchell gave me a couple birthday presents. Mitch is not a present guy. It took me a while to get used to that, but that's just how he is. So it means a whole lot that he got me something for my birthday. It was totally unexpected. Thanks a lot, buddy.

My mom called me to wish me a happy birthday. I was talking to both Mom and Dad on the phone, and I said that I had gotten myself a birthday present, and they said "what is it?", and I said, laughing, "oh, you're probably not going to be happy about it," and Dad said a little loudly "did you get something pierced?" and I laughed and said "yeah," and before I could say "just my ear," HE HUNG UP ON ME. Me. Hello. We just got finished discussing that I turned twenty freaking six freaking years old. Man. "He just woke up," my mom said. I hope he apologizes. He's not a particularly stubborn man. I mean, come ON. You don't have to be happy about it, but you also don't have to be so freaking obnoxious about it, on my BIRTHDAY and all. My parents are seriously so weird. They didn't do enough drugs when they were younger.

And my brother called me! I feared he wouldn't, as he was in the process of driving to Florida from freaking Rochester New York. I estimate that this trip would take, oh, I don't know, eight or nine million years. He called to say that traffic was stopped in North Carolina and that it was SNOWING. He seemed quite upset by this, offended even. "It's SNOWING. This is NORTH CAROLINA! It's SNOWING in NORTH CAROLINA! It had better not be fucking snowing in Florida." Maybe it was even South Carolina, I don't remember for sure. I told him that it had snowed in Atlanta earlier that day, or the day before. "GEORGIA???" he exclaimed. "It snowed in HOTLANTA?? What the fuck??" Poor Sean. Earlier in the year it snowed in Rochester every day for like a month and a half. The poor kid just wants some goddamned sun.

I got an email today from my high school boyfriend, the one who looks like Legolas, wishing me a happy birthday. It's always nice to hear from him, he is a good, good guy. And he says he forgives me for the way I treated him at the end of our relationship, in 1996. I hadn't known he was still upset about that -- well, no, that's not completely true. I had a feeling. But that's nice that he doesn't hold it against me anymore. I'd like to think I'd do a lot better now. I like to think I get a little smarter every year, every month. A little kinder. Just a year ago I didn't think kindness mattered all that much, but now, I think it is very important.

It's Friday! It's Friday and my ear hurts. Michelle and Teege and Jeff are taking me to get sushi tonight. I haven't had sushi in a restaurant since Halloween, I think. And then on Saturday I want to buy an outfit for my party. I haven't bought clothes since I went shopping for Rachel and Jerron's wedding in November. I hope I don't get guilted into coming into work, as I didn't last Saturday, and won't be able to next Saturday, because my parents are coming down. We'll see.

I'm listening to Lifes Rich Pageant.

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