Sunday, January 27, 2013

Age of Aquarius

Today is my birthday. I began celebrating this birthday a week ago -- with my mom and her husband in Williamsburg and Richmond, where we did this:


and saw this:


and was also what I dubbed the "weekend of disillusionment" as it was the weekend my daughter learned that I am a big, fat liar. (In my defense, I know that she talks about everything with everybody, so when she asked me last year how old I was, I knew this number would be broadcast everywhere.) Therefore, I felt justified in shaving 10 years off the actual  number -- a lie I perpetuated for an entire year until my mom pulled out number candles to put on a cake and my daughter learned the difficult truth. And that is she will be disappointed often with me as a mother. (On the bright side, she has to put up with me for 10 fewer years than she initially thought, so it all works out.)

And this weekend, I'm celebrating by doing a lot of fun things with friends.

Last night, went with the Dilettantes and the Dilettante spouses to see Todd Glass at the DC Improv.

Todd Glass has been a favorite comedian of mine for a while. Last time we saw him at the DC Improv, my friend, Amy, dared me to get him to sign my chest. Not one to turn down a dare, I accepted:

Klassy. And dear God...could I look more exhausted?
I had a very young child at the time and did not sleep.  I have no
explanation for the exceedingly high forehead.
Shortly after that, Todd came out publicly. I'm confident the two things are unrelated.

This year I kept my jacket on. I didn't want to risk
also turning Daniel Kinno off to the entire gender.
After the Improv, we went to the Dirty Martini, where the bartender gave me a complimentary glass of wine. While a nice gesture, I honestly didn't even need the first fishbowl-sized beverage. Two would have made me crazy.
Although not that crazy. 
This morning, we're hosting a brunch at the house for friends we don't get to see often. I get to play hostess and enjoy some day drinking -- two of my favorite things.

Another year celebrating what I value most: family, friends, disappointing those I love, comedy and drinks. 


Happy Birthday to me,
Brutalism

P.S. One of my birthday gifts was a yodeling pickle. (Note to self: add this list of things I value most.)

6 comments:

Christian at Point Counter-Point Point Point said...

I don't even want to know what a "yodeling pickle" is a euphemism for*.

Happy Birthday!

*OK, I do.

Barb Schanel said...

Have a slap happy birthday! You might as well keep the fun going for another week!

Jane S. said...

Well, I'd say you did it up right! Chihuly glass and a yodeling pickle would make it perfect for me. :)

I tucked a yodeling pickle into my husband's luggage when he went on a trip with his brother. Every time the bags shifted in the back seat they could hear it yelling. heh heh heh

Phnx65 said...

A most happy belated... :)

Brutalism said...

Christian - no...you don't. But if you do, read "Fifty shades of dill."

Barb - Thanks! I will.

Jane - Right? Dying over the yodeling pickle luggage.

Phnx65 - Thnx.

Stories said...

Happy belated b-day!