chase the light

Who has a birth”day” anymore? It usually lasts a week or more now. On top of that is the extraordinary amount of people that have birthday’s in September. Lot’s of sex during the holidays in December create a baby boom of Virgos and Libras in late summer and fall. Off the top of my head there have been ten I’ve personally been to, not counting the ones where I just found out people had birthdays and didn’t do anything.

Sunday, birthday No.1 with family and family friends down at the harbor in Dana Point. Good to see some people I grew up with and there was a cupcake cake on hand. Seriously the best cake to get, because no one bickers over the size of the piece. “No, no, no… that cupcake just way too big…” And if you want more, there’s another cupcake to be had. I got a gift from my parents that kind of choked me up because it was a book that my grandmother gave my sister and I when we were kids. She had written a little note in it so it was like a gift from beyond the grave. I remember the book well as it was a hardback compilation of news stories from the Associated Press.

Birthday No.2 is the lump of lunches people took me out to all week. Perfect timing as I left my credit card in a cash machine and was waiting on a replacement. What? Free lunch? Where are we going?!

Then on my actual birthday on Wednesday it was down to Baja Cantina in Venice for some swimming pool sized Margaritas. Attended by work and outside of work friends. Sometime during the evening over the intercom was the frightening sounding “Would the owner on an s2000 please see the hostess…” Oh no, now what? She tells me someone backed into my car, so I go out and take a look. Not to bad but I’m not all that interested in analysing the damage at the moment. The girl that backed into my car and was so ungracious in their dealing with the matter I wish them tremendously bad karma. She wanted to write the information down because I was taking too long and they were in a hurry. Um, hello?! I asked her is that the reason she ran into my car, and she said, “Yes”. Crazy. Anyway, about an hour later the valet guys who had been extremely helpful came and got me to show me that they had buffed the car out and it looked like nothing had happened. No wau, that’s awesome! So, Baja Cantina, valet dudes, you rule! Thanks! The girl that hit me? No worries, it’ll catch up to you.

The hurricane season for birthdays is winding down and not soon enough. Too much cake lately.