Thursday, Apr. 29, 2004 - 10:31 a.m.
Greetings,
It’s a rather cool, grey day here in New Orleans. Perfect birthday weather. I would love it if it would rain tonight when we get home.
The plan is to order a pizza and watch Friends while drinking champagne from our antique toasting glasses this evening. Plus presents, of course. Thomas is apparently going to spoil me rotten this year because I already got two presents last night – not to mention all the Sims expansion packs he’s been sneaking home to me over the past couple of months under the guise of “just a surprise” or “get well” gifts. Not that I’m complaining. I thought I would have to wait for Unleashed and Makin’ Magic until today and I so did not.
What I really want is the Vacation pack now. Sometimes I feel like my Sims must get bored simply trekking to work and home again. They get so worn out when they take little day trips to Old Town or Magic Town. I am assuming that when they are vacation, they go for more than one day at a time and they don’t get so damn worn out in the process. Of course I use the cheat code to give them more energy, but that only works at home. Anyway, I digress.
Last night I played Sims until about 11:30 which was wonderful. At some point Thomas gave me my first two birthday gifts – a bar of lavender palmarosa soap from Bath & Body Works and a lovely big sized paperback copy of “Dracula” with picture of a brooding castle on the front cover.
I spent my birthday money from my parents on the first season of X-Files on DVD. Now I can watch my two favorite episodes “Ice” and “Darkness Falls” whenever I want to. By “whenever I want to” I, of course, mean Friday nights. My new haircut is rather Dana Scully-esque come to think of it. Of course, it’s not red, but whatever.
Tomorrow is Walpurgisnacht, for those of you into that sort of thing. I wish I had a place to build a bonfire that I could jump over and wish for things like money and power, but I don’t, so I’ll just do it in my mind. I do know a few people who *are* going to do the bonfire thing, so hats off to them and do a little jump over the fire for me.
John actually updated today all about my birthday which was incredibly touching. I did mention his birthday back on the date in December, but I didn’t dedicate a whole entry to him. So he has effectively one upped me now and in such a way that I can’t even do anything about it but say, Thank you, sweedwee!
I have three birthday cards on my mantel at home, two serious, one funny. Ken Doll sent me one with a picture of a nun on the front saying, “It’s a Sin…” and on the inside it says, “to look so good on your birthday!” AHAHAHAHA! Quite the card for the Queen of Sin, I must say.
I am going to take an actual lunch hour today for the first time since the washing machine/flu debacle and run to the post office with a big box of stuff for John and Julie. I am going to use the word “chortle” now in a sentence which is a weird word, but it is the noise I make when I think of all the things contained in this box. Some expected, some unexpected. So, picture me looking at the stash and chortling.
Probably John’s favorite thing in there will be his box of 3 Cheese Hamburger Helper. But he might also like the other boxes of Hamburger Helper equally as well. And then there’s also that bottle of Chef Paul’s Meat Magic too. (More chortling.)
I have tomorrow off, so it’s really my “Friday” today which is excellent. I have no real plans for this weekend save for Schwinn Pixie, perhaps a trip to Loews’s for some home/garden stuff, cleaning and caftaning. Oh, yes, and Sims. Birthday weekends are excellent things.
Last night we came home and found a flyer in our mailbox from a local group of concerned citizens who want to start gathering press notice of all the stupid, ugly things that happen at Club Behind the 8 Ball. They are having a protest outside the club in about 45 minutes actually. Tom and I couldn’t be there, but we did call the woman organizing it and dropped a letter off in her mailbox this morning that she can read aloud to the crowd if she likes.
I’m pleased this is happening on my birthday. I want that club closed. I’m tired of finding used condoms, broken beer bottles and, as in the case of our neighbor once, napkins full of bullets on Monday mornings. I’m tired of looking out the window on Friday night and seeing a drug bust go down. Not to mention the murder in December when I heard the shots.
I don’t mind people going out and having a good time, but this is too much crime for my lovely little neighborhood full of people who are trying to beautify New Orleans, not run it down.
Anyway, I must go clear some stuff off my desk and box up John and Julie’s stuff.
Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to me,
I may be much older,
But I feel like twenty.
(Yes, horrid isn’t it? But it’s MY BIRTHDAY. I’m allowed to write putrid poetry to myself on my birthday. House rules!)
Until next time,
Olrun
