It's been a slow week around here. And that's OK. That's great, actually.
There's something to be said for quiet.
AND...today is my birthday. I'm 34. How did that happen?
I was at the grocery store getting a few things, including beer, and the cashier asked for my ID. I happily handed it over to her and after she checked the birthday, she gave me a most incredulous look.
"I know," I said, "I can't believe it either."
I'd LIKE to assume she didn't think I looked my true age, but my response was more of a "Holy shit, am I really creeping up on 40?!".
Never fear, gentle readers. I refuse to act my age (whatever acting 34 means...).
Tonight I am celebrating my birthday in a way I haven't in 22 years.
I am having a slumber party. Insert filthy sexual innuendo here. (No, really. Please do. I like that sort of thing).
I was cutting my friend Meghan's hair about a month ago and she asked me what I had planned for my birthday, then suggested I have a slumber party. At first I laughed, but the more I thought about it the more it sounded like a perfect idea.
We had so much liquor left over from the NYE party that I didn't have to get more than a couple of six packs and a few mixers. I've invited my Girls and my Gays, and the party is ON.
Come Sunday (or Monday, depending on my hangover status), I'll be sure to post the photographic evidence of my welcoming of a new chronological age.