The End of an Era
Now that I've quit drinking, all my oats neatly baled and stacked and stored away, I spent the last night of my 30s by myself - eating sticky white rice and puffy fried chicken in a small, dark Chinese restaurant with Carrie Underwood on the radio and CSI on TV, followed by a good book and a coffee at Starbucks. It was lovely.
I mean, what could I want, really? A Mercedes convertible? A diamond watch? A photo with my Democratic hero? I couldn't ask for any more as I begin mid-life than a chilly November night with Augusten Burroughs and a chai tea latte.
Happy four-oh, dear. I hope it's a good one. And speaking of Swiss Army watches, you're truly a gem, and I'm glad to have your (internet) friendship. May all your wishes come true. Enjoy your special day.
Posted by
m |
12:17 AM
Woo! Happy 40th! I thought it would suck, this being 40 thing, but it's not so bad really.
Posted by
Badger |
11:29 AM
Happy, Happy, HAPPY Birthday from one fellow Scorpio to another!! You've come a great way this year and you deserve all the blessings that come your way.
Best of luck to you this year!
Posted by
Lys |
2:53 PM
Happy, happy, happy day to you!
Posted by
Anonymous |
9:14 PM
Happy happy belated birthday k!
I still have oats to sew so I was drunk and singing karaoke at my birthday party.
I didn't get a mercedes convertible, though...
Posted by
melati |
11:46 AM