I just had another birthday. The goddamn things come once a year whether I like it or not. I know. Bad joke. Too easy.
“So you’re 29 again right?”
No offense but STFU. I’m fully aware that even though I have officially entered the “For My Age” part of my life I still don’t want to HEAR that the idea of my being 29 is hilarious.
That is enough birthday bitterness.
My head is full of it.
All the bullshit that my mother and grandmother imparted to me
(that I tossed my arrogant nubile ass at in my 20’s and 30’s)
is biting at me like a blind toothless pitbull right now. And while we all know that doesn’t help, its part of the human experience. And if it isn’t for you well then:
You are clearly a better person than I, and I would love to have sex with you.
Anyway…..My roommates took me to my favorite gay dance club and hilarity ensued. In my current state of insanity I no longer read or write fiction, sculpt or draw, cook or do any domestic tasks that defined me for two decades.
But mama LOVES to dance.
I do believe that this insanity is temporary and will fade when before I wizen and die.
But I can’t be sure.
Here are the pictures.
God bless these boys. (This is simulated debauchery btw, anything for attention)
They have hugged me and helped me through a difficult time. And now “R” is about to have his “Diiirrrrty 30” and I am going with them to Vegas.
I have only been to Vegas once and it is NOT my first choice for pointless spending. But I so desperately need a vacation that my closest friends have ordered me to go.
The first and last time I was in Vegas I went for the wedding of someone I didn’t actually like very much with a coworker who made it CLEAR how much she hated Vegas.
So I am going:
The Captain Passed away this morning at 3am. I am putting up this half assed post with a tribute of him to follow.