Well... the birthday weekend was nothing more than a total success, by most measuring sticks. The three girls that planned, financed and cared are 3 of the most wonderful people in my life. Once again, it's amazing to care about people, and it's more amazing to be cared about.
Saturday (Day #3 of my 5 day weekend of awesomeness)
I woke up, wrote in this here BLAHG, then went out for some errands with Bucket. We got back around 3:30p and I took some inventory of how I thought the night might work out. I had no idea. I took a shower and put on my Sunday best and headed out to the surprise location with Bucket, Brian and Mike. I put a black canvas bag on my head as to not have any idea where we were going. I did fine for a while, and then got lost... my sense of direction gave up on me. The end of the trip landed us in Brian's parent's driveway. I knew it well, I know it well. I've been down that driveway what feels like a million times. They guys went inside and i stood outside to wait. Brian told me he needed to go inside and pick up a record, and to use the bathroom. I waited and waited... then around the corner of the house comes each and every one of my friends. It was great. I showed ZERO emotion and everyone probably thought I knew about it in advance or just plain didn't care. I was totally floored... and when I'm feeling anything I tend to shut down and stare at my shoes, look at the sky... anything but face actual human emotion. What the hell is wrong with me? There's nothing in my past to explain this... I don't get it.
Anyhow... there was food, beer, liquor, cake, pictures (thanks Mom and Dad!), a 5 foot cut-out of me, fake moustaches, a fire, Brian's dad... but most importantly my friends from all over. Downingtown, Philly, Collegeville, Blue Bell... everywhere... all there to celebrate my dumbass. It was awesome. We drank and talked and partied until it was time to fall down... from several perspectives this proved to be true. Around midnight Mike drove back to my house and we crashed for the evening.
Day #4.
I woke up around 7:30a, said some goodbyes, and called everyone in attendance the night before to thank them, as well as wake them up. Most people were surprised that I was awake... I was even a little shocked. I welled up a bunch of times in the backyard just thinking about the night before and how much everything meant to me. It would have been embarrassing had anyone else been there...
I came inside after calling 20+ people and woke Brendan up. We drank some hot cider and rum to chase away the demons from the previous night and played video games for a bit. After we finished with the video games we watched Dirty Work. It was awesome. #10 for the month... yes... really. Brandon came over shortly after the movie started and we hung out and watched the movie together. After the movie we watched football... all day. I slept on and off on the couch all the while. At night i took myself upstairs, cleaned myself up, and went to bed.
Day #5. The End.
I turned 30. My knees hurt, I shit my pants, I got an AARP card, I got a prostate exam (Thanks Brian!), and started making plans for retirement. No... none of this. I went to work. Great. Brian showed up at lunchtime and took me out for Chinese food. We had the buffet... no big deal. I worked until 4:00p and went home. Took a quick shower and headed to Hattrick's to meet Emily, Jaime and Drew. We sat there for a bit while some patrons bought me drinks... whiskey tasted pretty good, and then it was time to leave... it was before 8pm, which was a bit later than I was hoping for, but it worked out no less.
Emily gave me a ride to my house and she came inside for a little while. I made awful pasta, awfuller sauce and cheese... we ate that. It was cheap, and pretty good. I'm a sucker for cheap food. We watched Dirty Work and fell asleep for a few minutes. Around 11:30p, we woke up and departed for the evening. If I was writing the big book of birthdays, this one would have ended just like this.
So yeah, I'm still here, life still goes on, and I wish I turned 40 tomorrow so i could do it all over again. Thanks to everyone who wished me happy birthday, came to see me, called me, or anything... it was great... if i could do it every day for the rest of my life I would never forget the value of this one night, and seeing everyone smile and hug... it just really warms my heart.
That's all. No more for today. Perhaps more tomorrow in my entry entitled "Strippers Down In Austin -or- "For All I Know He's Hanging By His Neck In His Fucking Closet."
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