yesterday was my birthday. i both hate and love my birthday. not for getting older, that doesn't bother me yet, but because, and i know some of you aren't going to believe this, i don't actually like being the centre of attention. i mean, when i'm cracking jokes, of course i want people to laugh. but i hate feeling like i am obligating people to be nice to me or to treat me special. (this feeling excludes boyfriends, family and close friends, who are, in every way, obligated to treat me special for the day...and they always come through.)
but birthdays are weird, aren't they? people say that blogging is self-indulgent, but i believe that the birthday is the holiday most guilty of this trait. at least at christmas you also give away presents. but a birthday, its all about one person. at least when we were little we had to throw one heck of a party to get presents. and by we, i mean our parents. wheelies will always have a special place in my heart.
as birthdays go, yesterday was very nice. i have decided that i will keep on having my birthday on a saturday, forever. its just a nicer day to relax on. jarrod was off, i was off, much nicer than say, a monday. we spent the morning figuring out where jarrod's new place of employment was. richmond hill is not far from T.O., but, in terms of having been there before, it made for an interesting jaunt. first of all, the buses are amazing. get this: the bus stops have displays that show you when the next bus will arrive. brilliant. there's nothing worse than waiting when you don't know how long you have to wait for. its kinda like doing push ups. its much easier to do a number of push ups when you can visualize the ending than to not know when you'll get to stop. that's a true story. in tae kwon do, sometimes our teacher wouldn't tell us how many we'd have to do. it was pure terrible torture.
after we scoped out richmond hill, we did a little shopping (it was my birthday!) and then grabbed jeff for an early dinner at reb lobster. i love love love crab legs. i don't remember this ever happening before, but, somehow i couldn't finish all the crab. i had to give some away. it was awful. i kept saying, eat alli eat! and i was just too full. this is why i would never be able to have gastric bypass surgery: i pride myself too much on the sheer volume of food i can put away when i want to. like chugging. i know there's something disgusting about it, but, i just feel so proud of myself. now, my only complaint about red lobster is that they don't give away a free slice of birthday cake. with bills that high, i think everyone should get a piece of cake. just for being there. regardless of birthdays. it would be such a happy place.
these things also made my day:
but birthdays are weird, aren't they? people say that blogging is self-indulgent, but i believe that the birthday is the holiday most guilty of this trait. at least at christmas you also give away presents. but a birthday, its all about one person. at least when we were little we had to throw one heck of a party to get presents. and by we, i mean our parents. wheelies will always have a special place in my heart.
as birthdays go, yesterday was very nice. i have decided that i will keep on having my birthday on a saturday, forever. its just a nicer day to relax on. jarrod was off, i was off, much nicer than say, a monday. we spent the morning figuring out where jarrod's new place of employment was. richmond hill is not far from T.O., but, in terms of having been there before, it made for an interesting jaunt. first of all, the buses are amazing. get this: the bus stops have displays that show you when the next bus will arrive. brilliant. there's nothing worse than waiting when you don't know how long you have to wait for. its kinda like doing push ups. its much easier to do a number of push ups when you can visualize the ending than to not know when you'll get to stop. that's a true story. in tae kwon do, sometimes our teacher wouldn't tell us how many we'd have to do. it was pure terrible torture.
after we scoped out richmond hill, we did a little shopping (it was my birthday!) and then grabbed jeff for an early dinner at reb lobster. i love love love crab legs. i don't remember this ever happening before, but, somehow i couldn't finish all the crab. i had to give some away. it was awful. i kept saying, eat alli eat! and i was just too full. this is why i would never be able to have gastric bypass surgery: i pride myself too much on the sheer volume of food i can put away when i want to. like chugging. i know there's something disgusting about it, but, i just feel so proud of myself. now, my only complaint about red lobster is that they don't give away a free slice of birthday cake. with bills that high, i think everyone should get a piece of cake. just for being there. regardless of birthdays. it would be such a happy place.
these things also made my day:
- a balloon bouquet from my parents. i like to tell people it came all the way from england, but i suspect balloons don't travel so well. so they're probably torontonians, born and raised. though i think the best part was hearing my mom talk about how she chose them...she knows me too well!
- a pair of green socks, with little frogs attached to them, from my grammy. i hesitate to wear them in case the frogs fall off. but i'll probably risk it.
- emails and phone messages from friends and family. although i don't like obligated people to call or email, it sure is nice when they do!
1 comment:
Happy Birthday!
It's totally find to be mendacious and tell people you're 23.
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