Hullo pickles, I’m off my rocker and high on ganache today, due to some impromptu early birthday celebrations at work today. I think I may have diabetes. We’re not planning much for my b-day tomorrow, I think just some relaxation, perhaps a cupcake or two. I already celebrated Wednesday in a snowballing chorus of “Oh, your birthday? I’ll buy you a drink!”, and balanced that by then begging Thursday morning for J. to smother me with a pillow. I believe I cried out multiple times “You are old enough to know better Andrea (full name here). OLD ENOUGH.”
Apparently, I am not. X’s and O’s, see you Sunday!
There are shenanigans. Then there is me. Me, who like a sticky hurricane of hairspray and oily lipbalm roped A. into drinking away tips and pilfered boyfriend cash, despite all protestations by aforementioned boyfriends that it was a) a wednesday and b) not my birthday until Saturday, despite what I was shouting from the top of the barstool I was perched upon. Me, who insisted, at two in the morning that the last of the Ben and Jerry’s Cheesecake ice cream (that was, as I proclaimed loudly numerous times, fighting poverty as I ate it.. I think there was something on the box..) was not enough and that I wanted scrambled eggs. Me, that convinced J that scrambled eggs was a great idea, then promptly dropped trou and fell asleep with a vintage linen napkin covering the most vital of parts – my cold feet.
Jared, please don’t ever leave me. Who will watch and laugh as I devour a plate of scrambled eggs at 2 in the morning, carry me to bed, and tell me that I am the very most beautiful girl in the world? Nobody. I love you, and everyday I am thankful for you.
It is my actual birthday tomorrow! While we’re not really doing anything big, I’m a teeny bit excited. Mostly because I have two cards and two packages waiting to be opened, and a whole day to myself with J, and maybe lunch, and maybe cupcakes… It will be so nice. I’ve already asserted by birthday-girl supremacy this morning (“No you make coffe.. it is the day before my birthday!”) and am looking forward to tomorrow; relaxing and eating and enjoying ourselves. I will not, I regret to inform you, be turning any older as I have now commenced my second career (the first being jewel thief) in document forgery.
This essay by Joan Didion, courtesy of 2 or 3 Things. It’s such a simple, beautiful and wonderful piece, and I feel so lucky to have been directed to it. I love that there are things like this in the world to read today.
It seems like every week I have the pleasure of seeing her, she ends up on this list, but I guess that speaks to her character! I had the wonderful occassion to be taken to dinner this week by MisElle and had such a fabulous time. If any of you ever have the chance to talk with her, take it and cherish it – she is such an intelligent, calming, interesting woman. Also, one day we are going to form a government and rule Canada. I am thankful that there are intelligent young women out there in the world and workforce, and equally as thankful that I get to drink g&t’s and mojito’s with them.
This is a small and mundane thankfulness, but I have to put it here.. because putting it here is like knocking on wood/good luck. Though my position at work as a casual employee is always somewhat tenuous, my handwaving and juggling, smiling and nodding combined with a multitude of other factors, has guarenteed me work for the rest of the summer. It is a sigh of relief when we have just been handed down an 84 page pdf today of cutbacks, restructuring and renaming. I am thankful. *exhale*