The Birthday
Yesterday I celebrated (quote unquote) having been on the planet for yet another year. Congratulations, me. I am now well established in my third decade, and the inexorable, incremental increase of my odometer is not something that I look forward to so much as I used to. Birthdays are sort of like size-small neon tank tops that announce one as “Party Captain!”; perfectly acceptable as a youth, but not something one trots out with quite the same fervour as one ages.
That said, the people around me were eager to celebrate, and for that I’m grateful. I can’t say that I’m particularly averse to having my wishes take a higher priority than usual.
You can expect to read about the fallout from said birthday for a while, between the concert Elizabeth is taking me to, the album that my sister and brother-in-law got me, the vacation indulgences that my parents helped sponsor, and my first bourbon from Diggory.
And I haven’t even mentioned the sudden onslaught of Facebook well-wishings that went down yesterday. Truly staggering, that.
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