Happy Birthday Beautiful!***
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday, dear Elizabeth ,
Happy birthday to you!
Did we get a gift? Yes
Send a card? Yes
Bake a cake? Saturday
I think we got you covered :-)
Hope people are lovely to you today!
[if not, those mama bear claws will come out and git ‘em]
Unsolicited, Greg wished me a happy birthday and gave me a hug.
Ben picked up chocolate coffee cake at the grocery store (in honor of the incoming doctoral students, I think). We each had 3 slices.
Rey the mail guy (37 tomorrow) gave me a hug. \o/
I feel like I know very few people outside of my department, but the list of people I invited to lunch was actually really long -- except everyone had a summer class or a deadline or a doctor's appointment or was home sick or whatever, so that got deferred to next week. Sigh. (I was really kind of in the mood for Le's' peanut ginger tofu. Boo. I ended up having trail mix instead. I thought about getting Spangler stirfry and eating outside with a book, except I just couldn't bring myself to -- I dunno, I had spates of weird today. I came home and had leftover tofu stirfry and a banana, though, so I feel okay about my body.)
All the cheap hair places in Davis close at like 6pm, so I decided fuck it and went to Salon Cu. Birthday present to myself, or something. Fixing last month's haircut.
I forgot how nice it can be to get my hair cut at a f'real salon. ("You have awesome hair," Lauren-the-stylist said.) And they style it so it looks way nicer than it ever will on my own -- so arguably I should have done it Saturday before our big party. Oh well.
I also feel really badass, 'cause coming home I was approaching the Boston Ave. intersection and it had a walk light and so I jogged across to make the light and I just kept jogging/running until I got home. I remember when I lived in Norwood I'd be walking somewhere and would get in the mood to run and I'd probably more like sprint for a block or two and then have to stop so I didn't die. So tonight I felt like, "Hey, this is what one is able to do after one has done the treadmill three times a week for months. \o/" (GoogleMaps Pedometer tells me the distance from the intersection to my house is ~0.488mi, so it's totally not wicked badass, and I was definitely breathing heavily by the end, but whatever.)
And wow, my whole mood was so improved by having happy hair.
And I laundered my winter sheets and put my spring sheets on my bed, and I washed dishes. And I got to talk to my bff, and it was substantive and easy and just good.
And my housemate read me a bunch of #1stdraftmovielines.
I heard fireworks around 9:30 and 9:50. I had forgotten that Somerville's fireworks were tonight until the hair stylist asked me if I was going. I suppose I could have gone for my birthday, but I am very okay with my decision to not go.
Jeremy wished me "Happy "43 notifications from Facebook" day!" so of course I did up the stats:
facebook: 8 (plus Jeremy plus one early one from Alexis in Finland, and a facebook gift from another friend)
email: 5 (not counting all the replies to my birthday lunch email that said things along the lines of "sorry I can't come to lunch, but have a happy birthday")
also: phonecall from my brother
Following the posting of this (which was not a plea for more happy birthday wishes, I swear -- though I certainly will not reject them):