So yes, as Drew mentioned, my birthday just passed. And yes, it was a big one. Fortunately, I don’t really FEEL 30, so I guess that’s good. I also work with old people, so I feel young most days.
Drew did surprise me with a little party, which was a lot of fun. Plus, we had a great dinner. I had flounder. Yum. My friends showered me with flowers and chocolates. My boss at my new job totally spoiled me, with a big birthday banner and an ice cream cake. Plus, I got to leave work early and went to get a massage. It was a great birthday.
One of the fun (?) parts of the day was being sung to. Not just once, not just twice, but three times. Four if you count the quick little rendition that Teresa sang for me at my surprise party. But the first three were in front of LARGE groups of people. It’s a moment of mixed emotions. It’s sweet that people want to sing JUST for you on your special day. I take it as a sign that they love you. But it’s also incredibly awkward. Have you ever wondered what to DO when people are singing you Happy Birthday? Who do you look at? What do you do with your hands? Should you sing along to be funny? I wasn’t sure what to do, so I settled for standing there and grinning like an idiot, all while turning red, I’m sure.
If anyone has any other suggestions, let me know. I may need them for next year.
Darling friend.
Oh, how I miss you! For some reason, I wasn’t “subscribed” to your blog…but I am now, so I’ll get an update each time you guys post. Yay. Just spent some time browsing…it’s fun to catch up essay style, but it’s not the same as a laugh-til-you-cry get together. Love you lots. You’re far away but still a big part of my life. There’s a Jamie-shaped puzzle piece missing from my world. I’m looking forward to the next time our paths cross (on purpose, not like I really expect to bump into you at the grocery store or something). Prepare yourself for a bear hug.
XOXOX