“It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to…”

It’s my birthday.

I don’t think the sun showed her face at all today.  No worries though – according to WeatherBug she has RSVPed to BBQ Badunkadunk Big Booty Bass In Your Face: The Party, a.k.a. me and Braden’s joint birthday celebration this Saturday.

Paisley started my birthday festivities last night.  I was about to leave Trophy Bar when she ordered me a margarita.  I think her exact words to the bartender were “It’s my friend’s birthday, so make her the best margarita you can make.  Make it like it’s for you on your birthday.”

As she was walking me home, we were talking about the events of Saturday night.  She said that I empowered him by showing him that he hurt me.

“Well Rona says it took courage,” I told her.

“Yeah, Rona’s the dreamer and I’m the pragmatist,” she replied.

I think I’m a little of both.  One thing I am certain of is that I love my friends, and I love that they love me even when I am an asshole.  When Paisley got home that night, she read my blog.

“Your blogs are getting more and more brilliant,” she said.  “I feel I am learning from a sensitive young yogi who still has a lot of issues to work out but majored in biology and physics at university.”

This summer was rough, and I can’t imagine going through it without Allison, Devin, Jayme, Des, Dora, Jennifer, Mitchell, Paisley, Quinn, Rona, and Tova.  I am one of the luckiest ladies in the world to have such wonderful people in my life, and I never take it for granted.

Now, I must get ready to celebrate my birthday, and to celebrate how goddamn fortunate I am to have my friends.

Oh, and I mentioned to Mike on Sunday that I needed to see a dead bird soon.  I saw one today on Avenue A and 6th Street.  It was different than the others: black with white-tipped wings, a white face, and bands on its legs.  I feel like this must hold some significance, but time doesn’t permit me to search for symbolism right now.  Though for whatever reason, I liked that it was different.  It was special.

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2 Responses to ““It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to…””

  1. tcg1974 Says:

    Hmph.

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