Ouch.
Well. Let's see what has happened recently...I turned 30. It was a lot easier to actually turn 30 than to think about turning 30 - in fact, it just kind of happens whether you want it to or not. As birthdays do.
My very best friends and family (I do have the best, you know?) threw me a hell of a surprise party. There were drinks. There was food. Friends, there was a man with a karaoke machine. YES! My very own karaoke guy! Considering the horrible experience I had actually working for a The Third Largest Retail Provider of Karaoke Products, you might think I'm adverse to karaoke - but no! I love it. Madly. Now, that said, when we go to the local joint it takes about four Scorpion Bowls to get me up to sing one song (generally "Runaround Sue" to accomodate my lower "range"), but this night, I was a Karaoke Goddess. I could. Not. Stop. Singing. I sang with, like, everyone - everyone present, and everyone all at once. I danced, and I drank, and I ate, and then I woke up two days later with no voice and complete lower back immobility. Welcome to the Golden Years, oldster.Or maybe I just need a better bra.
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Note to helpful people everywhere:When someone is struggling with their gorge...don't ask "do you need a bucket," incessantly. They can't answer you without losing the battle, so just get the damn bucket.
For the record, I didn't need the bucket. But it was close.
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The last few weeks have been pretty tough for a lot of friends and acquaintances. I'm grateful for everyone who's stuck around listening to me bitch and moan through my own "tough" times, and I think I have a little more perspective on things now that I'm, well, a senior citizen. So to you, I would like to say, joyfully, "Eat...a banana."
2 Comments:
Hey, welcome to the 30's club!
Hope you're still celebrating.
:)
I love the phrase "struggling with their gorge". It sounds so brave and outdoorsy; almost like one is climbing Kilimanjaro.
In heels.
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