Rebecca was just singing that song to wake me up for my birthday and it occurred to both of us that the lyrics are actually kind of depressing. You would cry, too, if it happened to you? What happened to her at her party? Why is she depressed and yet singing in such an upbeat fashion? Cyndi, what happened!? Was some boy mean to you!? Lemme at 'im!
I'm 37 today. It doesn't feel like a "37 is the new 27" or anything. It just feels precariously close to 40. Usually Rebecca is the one that is traumatized by birthdays because it makes her assess how little (in her mind) she has accomplished in her life. That's me this year, for some reason. If I press myself, it's more like, "Yeah I've done stuff but what have I done lately???" And yes I know I'm being hard on myself but I don't know any other way. Soft on myself sounds lazy and unmanly. Juuuuust right on myself doesn't really compute. Thanks for being no help at all, Goldilocks.
For my birthday, Rebecca is taking Tucky for her dog walk this morning so I don't have to, even though she needs to get to work (Rebecca, not Tucky). So that's nice. She also made me some bourbon fudge made with Lexington Bourbon. Delicious. Tonight we are going out for an early Italian dinner and then a musical based on puppets, which sounds freakin' awesome to me. Make fun if you will, I don't care. I love both puppets and musicals so this is the best of both worlds. When the Muppets sing songs I have always been secretly mesmerized by both the glory of puppets singing and that the audience seems to enjoy it regardless of the terrible vocal ability. I have always felt pressure to sing perfectly (otherwise nobody will like it), so this was a novel idea to me.
When Rebecca took Tucky out, I thought, "For my birthday I will gift myself the freedom to enjoy the day and not worry about the future," smiling warmly like I was wise or something. Then I immediately thought, "What kind of garbage is this? What happened to the days when I'd get Contra for Nintendo and be more ecstatic than somebody that just won an Oscar? I wouldn't even say, "I'd like to thank my mother and father." I'd say, "THANKS YOU GUYS!!! HOLY COW IT'S CONTRA!!!!" And then immediately run to the basement to play it, enjoying the fact that it was brand new and I wouldn't have to blow in it or the Nintendo to make it work. What happened to that? You know you are 37 when, for your birthday, you gift yourself the ability to enjoy the day. Bleh. I gift myself this blog, instead, and the freedom to write about this stuff instead of just think it. This is for me, not for you. If you like it, I will be very happy. But if you don't, then that's okay, too.
Happy birthday to me! 1/3 of the way to 111. People might say to that, "I'd be happy to live to 111." But it depends on what that life looks like, doesn't it? Here's to making the most of it.
Chip
PS - Up, down, up, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, B, A, select, start. Every American guy my age knows this, oddly. You would, too, if you had memorized cheat codes out of Nintendo Magazine, sitting in the magazine aisle of the grocery while your mom shopped.
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