20 August 2007

Let The Countdown Begin

So yesterday, the 19th, was a momentous day. Not just because it happens to be the birthdate of two Fantasy Boyfriends, but because it starts the countdown to my birthday. I have 8 short weeks before I enter my last year as a twenty-something. Now, most people would see the countdown to a birthday as a good thing. Unfortunately, not me. See, since my 21st birthday, spent enjoying plays and seeing the sights in Dublin, Ireland, my birthdays have generally been on a downward trajectory. I don't remember much about birthdays 22-24, but seeing as how they were spent in Provo, Utah, they can't have been that great.

Birthday 25 was spent unemployed, living at home, and miles away from my friends. I think my friend, Mr. Perfect, took me to see a movie, but the movie stunk and was rather raunchy and basically killed any impetus either of us had to hang out again. Then he started dating his future wife and I didn't hear from him again for a couple of years.

Birthday 26 was spent in a rathole apartment in Salt Lake City, unemployed still and generally just freezing. I do remember getting to use my aunt, The Accidental Housewife's, car as she was in California spending the first of many weekends with her future husband, Mr. Big. So I was happy for her.

Birthday 27 found me driving an hour to have dinner with a few friends. Most of the people we invited couldn't make it for one reason or another. One of my good friends came, but she had just had jaw surgery and couldn't really eat anything and wasn't really having a good time. Another friend decided to stage a dramatic DTR/walk-away-from-the-table for 45 minutes with her then boyfriend. Also, that was the week my younger brother Mime announced his engagement to a girl we had no idea he was dating. Nothing better to remind me that I will die alone and be eaten by Alsatians. Finally, my optometrist diagnosed me with optic nerve head druisen, which means at some point I could totally lose my peripheral vision and nothing can be done about it.

Birthday 28 was by far the most memorable. I found myself unemployed yet again and that was the week my mother was told she had less than a year to live. On a less important note, half the people I invited to a party thought it was a weekend later than it was and called me a few days later to apologize. I felt loved by the whole universe.

So I am not looking forward to these next eight weeks. I'll be waiting for the other shoe to drop. Also, I think I inadvertantly agreed to keep an eye on the 17 and 12 year-old daughters of some people in my ward that week. Which means I'll be spending my birthday with them. Lovely. At least I can look forward to going to The Accidental Housewife's house and meeting her dog Dudley.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

I didn't stage the DTR. He did, because apparently I was "showing him off." Heaven forbid because he'd already shown me off to his entire family, two wards and various friends.

Panini said...

I lOVED your last it soda and fondue birthday party! I think you should visit UT for this last 29er - Cancel the babysitting! They'll understand! And come here and lets do something wild and unruly - like go to Lagoon! ;) seriously -

cherbear said...

Sounds like the best birthdays you had were the 22-24 when you were in Provo with us!!
"Showing him off" how lame! And he couldn't have waited until after dinner?
Well if you don't have a good bash this year at least do it next year for 3-0. You deserve that for having such a crappy time during the 20's!!

cherbear said...

P.S. one of my co workers went to high school with Stamos. And he played the steel drums on "Kokomo"

Duludes said...

Okay we can go celebrate at the casino in town that would be memorable. Joels Birthday is a few days after yours. So lets get together and party.

esperanza said...

Hey! I think I was at just about every single one of those parties!

Treat Queen said...

Didn't you go to California on your 26th birthday to see 'Movin Out'? Maybe it wasn't on your actual birthday

cherbear said...

When are you visiting the Accidental Housewife? You should swing by and meet BabybeaR. He would love to see his Auntie Scully!!

Anonymous said...

I hope you know that although your birthdays haven't been perfect, you are surrounded by friends and family who do remember you and have made efforts, though seemingly small, to make you feel special and loved, because you are.

I hope this one will somehow surprise you.

ZB said...

I think I lived in a few of those rat holes. Ah yes...sadly, I'm not sure that birthdays get much better as we get older. But yours seem like they can't get any worse...so things should be better this year. You might get a little surprise from Mr. HY!