|Happy Belated Birthday to Me
||[Mar. 29th, 2005|11:19 pm]
Blast off Girl
|||||Up There - The Scoundrels||]|
I turned 32 on March 25th. The day proceeded with very little fanfare because I am the type of subdued person who likes to live under the radar. You will never find me wearing a birthday tiara and demanding everyone to treat me like a queen on that day. After all, March 25th is simply another day on the calendar. My mother just happened to deliver me on that evening 32 years ago. I guess I do not bother celebrating my birthday because I do not want to set myself up for disappointment. Rather than sitting by the phone or waiting for the mailman, I prefer to treat March 25th like any other day. Thus, if certain friends fail to contact me, then it will not bother me since I did not expect anything in the first place. Ironically, I skipped work on that day because I secretly wished that I had plans. However, I did absolutely nothing on Friday other than talk on the phone. I want to thank those very special friends and family members who called me and sent me lovely gifts, cards, and e-mails. You know who you are and your kindness and thoughtfulness is greatly appreciated.
Nonetheless, my birthday weekend turned out a lot better than expected. On Saturday night, my house mate Brett threw a birthday party for himself. He allowed me to invite a few friends at the last minute, so I chose Eric and Ami. We all had a great time! Approximately 30 people from all walks of life attended. I enjoyed meeting Brett's sweet friends and wondered why they like him (ha!). The women and men dressed very fancy in long skirts and suits, respectively. Our penthouse seemed so alive and beautiful with the animated and gregarious crowd. For the first time, I really started to enjoy our new home and forgot about our former house in the Oakland hills. Anyway, Brett served several foods including homemade Thai noodle salad, Italian cold cuts, Greek salad, vegetables with dip, European cheeses, and baguette. I donated spring flowered cookies, which I bought from Albertson's. The guests devoured those cookies within an hour! I also surprised Brett with a chocolate butter cream cake that I picked up from Neldam's Danish bakery in Oakland. The clerk wrote "Happy Birthday Sherry & Brett" thanks to the insistence of my mother. Everyone complimented me about the cake because it tasted so delicious. Nobody knew about this old school 60's bakery. When we carried the cake into the living room, Brett appeared quite surprised because he did not know about my birthday. In fact, he actually treated me with respect and asked, "Why didn't you tell me about your birthday? If I knew, we could have had a dual birthday! I feel so bad now." I explained that I did not want to steal his thunder since he spent so much money on the alcohol and arranged all the plans on his own. If we still live together next year, we may throw a dual March Madness birthday party and you are all invited! Anyway, everyone got loaded and some people passed out and spent the night at our place. Our bar contained over 30 bottles of alcohol. The Absolut Raspberry Vodka magically disappeared by the end of the night. People finally left at 2:00 AM. Amazingly, the manager, who lives below us, did not complain about the noise.
Move over Spuds McKenzie! Buster is the new party animal! Buster refused to spend the night in my room and mingled with the guests. He floated from one clique to the next and behaved so well. He sat in-between guests on the couch and then sprawled himself out in the bar area while a group of party-goers convened around him. He later sat on a chair with quite a few attractive ladies. At the end of the night, he slept on the couch among the other drunk folks. Seren, Laurie's cat, hid under the bed. Not Buster! He seemed so annoyed whenever I checked up on him. I know he thought to himself, "Go away, Mom! You're embarrassing me!" All the guests loved him but if they only knew about his litter pan issues.
On Sunday, Michelle and Dylan drove to San Francisco in the pouring rain to celebrate my birthday. They treated me to lunch at Bucca Di Peppo, where we ordered a large Margherita pizza, Cesar salad, and mozzarella garlic bread. Afterward, Michelle and I went to the Fillmore district and Japantown. We ate cake at the Andersen Bakery and talked for hours while Dylan spent time in North Beach. Michelle bought me MAC mascara and white frosted lipstick ("Bubbles"), my signature trademark. She also bought me "Rose Colored 60's", a hardcover pop culture book with accompanying DVD.
At the end of the night, I felt so exhausted that I decided to skip the Shonen Knife and Gore Gore Girls show in San Jose. Plus, the heavy rainfall skewered the visibility on the highway. I considered checking out the Sacramento show the following night at Old Ironsides but the piano course at Piedmont Adult School interfered. I toyed with the idea of leaving after class at 8:00 PM but that proved too risky since it might sell out. Old Ironsides operates on a first-come first-serve basis, so Michelle could not buy me a ticket. Ironically, the piano instructor failed to attend last night. I could have arrived in time for the show but alas it was not meant to be.
Taken as a whole, I had a great birthday weekend after all. Despite my sob story, my birthday celebration is not quite over. Eric and Ami plan to cook me dinner tomorrow night; Nishone will treat me to lunch on Thursday; Mike comes to town this weekend; and my family will spoil me next week in Palm Desert. I have the best friends and family ever! Why would I ever want to complain?!?