I am SUCH a liar, eh?
Know what, interwebs? I just had the BEST birthday week/weekend. Like, it was way better than any of my birthdays have been in YEARS. My 22nd was pretty good, sure, but that was a long time ago, and this was just as good if not better than that. By far, actually.
Actually, by a mile. By a million miles. By a billion miles.
That’s how good it was.
To be fair, I suppose it’s not really saying much to say this birthday was better than the last few. I mean, my birthdays in recent years weren’t exactly a big deal. They were nice enough, sure, but with D’s birthday falling exactly one week before mine, and me being the … nicer (?) of the two of us, July was usually his month.
That’s okay. It’s mine again now. And. It. Kicks. ASS.
Want to know what I did to celebrate? Okay. Let’s activate something resembling a photoblog.
Thursday Night: French Dinner with Craig, My Number One Pseudo.
Saturday Night: Party and Dancing (At Home and the Velvet Underground):
Sunday night marked the end of a massive social streak for me. That rainy recovery day was a relief actually. It gave me time to work out that I had been out EVERY SINGLE NIGHT for the past 25 nights. Every night! And I’ve been working every day and playing softball three times a week too. How did this HAPPEN?
I’m social. Or rather, I want to be social, but I don’t always succeed. I’m big on my quiet time too. But something’s just sort of shifted and I’ve become this huge … I dunno, party girl? No. That’s not right. I’ve just become something else. I don’t know what it is yet. Maybe I’m evolving. Or adapting. Something’s happening, that’s for sure.
On my birthday I got an email from my Vancouver friend Andy, whom I rarely talk to anymore, but often miss. His emails to me are some of the funniest I ever get. Anyway, I guess I must have told him a bit about my new busy lifestyle when last I wrote, because one of the things he put in his birthday message was this:
“That is so cool that you have become a party girl. Leaving for Kingston definitely changed me and I think it’s much easier to change who you are when you arrive in a new place. I know you were always fun, but fun in an antisocial hermit way. Still pretty fun, but with a little bit of ‘If you don't get off my land, I WILL KILL YOU’ mixed in.”
Was I? He’s kidding, of course, but there’s some truth to what he’s kidding about. If that’s who I was, then who am I now?