Not So Blonde

The Aftermath

I simply can’t put off updating any longer now that my blog elf has gone and cleaned things up around here a bit. I’m in love with my blog - all over again.

Well, since the last time I posted, I went and had a birthday. I used to loooove my birthdays but I don’t so much anymore. Something about that mid-(to-late) 30s thing kinda kills the “birthday joy” for me. I know I shouldn’t care and blah blah blah but I do care - at least for now… Sigh. Lately, birthdays make me kinda melancholy. ‘Tis true…

One thing I do like is when people tell me I don’t look my age. To be perfectly honest,  I couldn’t care less if they’re saying it just to be nice. They say it, I cup my ear and whisper: mooooore…

I wish I was kidding. Ohhhhh. I do! Yes! I do! Vain ass! I’m so vain, I wish this post was about me! Oh wait… it is.

Besides getting ANOTHER YEAR OLDER and actually, really feeling it? The situation wasn’t helped with the big day falling on Monday this year. Can I possibly bitch about this any more than I already have? The thing is, I like to celebrate on the day… that’s the point, right? But as it turned out, Saturday was thee day this year. The 12th isn’t a bad day, I guess. At least it’s an even number, right? Right. It’s what I kept telling myself.

I spent much of the afternoon in the salon, getting the hair did and dishing with Abel. Y’all, this man is not only a great hair stylist, he’s also cool as hell and easy to talk to. And then you tell him he makes you feel like a whole new woman and he gets all happy - it’s just better for everyone that you come from miles around for Abel’s services. Hehe. Services…. Bad girls!

After the salon, I went to Nic’s house to get ready for the night. She coached me through the application of the Bare Minerals and dear me - I have to go and order that shit already. Pay day, you hear me! The longer I wait is another day I don’t have flawless (cha!) skin in my life!

Nic and I are in the bathroom, chatting, drinking and applying makeup when R texts. It’s 7:30 at this point, reservations for Sakana (Soft-shell crab roll to the left and might I say: Eww…) are at 8 and I’m thinking: No this fool ain’t texting me when he’s supposed to be here, like, NOW.

Well R was texting me and not only that, totally faking me out - making me think he was at home when he rings the doorbell 5 minutes later.

Sigh. Why does he do this to me? Even more importantly: Why do I always fall for it?

I open the front door and took one look of that hunka hunka burnin’ love and let out a whoop. The next day, Nic told me it made her smile to hear my reaction to R.

Can I just tell you how hot R looked? He looked hot, okay? HOT. Where’s the red text when you need it? Jeez. *calling blog elf* Anyway…

Sidenote: The next day when R came downstairs (we spent the night at Nic and B’s as there was some drankin’ that was done the night before, capiche?) and walked in the kitchen looking fresh as a damn daisy (R doesn’t seem to get hangovers *karate chop to the spleen in jealous rage*), Nic’s husband remarked, “What, did you roll out of bed and into a Macy’s catalog?” R, he’s just too adorable for words. I’m so in love it’s sickening even myself.

In love, but getting off track. For my not-birthday, I ended up wearing a top I bought at Loehmann’s months ago but I had never had a chance to wear. All this time, I thought it might be too many sequins but Nic said, “It’s your birthday, there’s no such thing as too many sequins.” So I acquiesced.

See? A lot of damn sequins but I’d be lying if I didn’t feel too cute the night of my not really my birthday, birthday. I think in no small part to Abel hooking me up AGAIN.

We all trekked to Sakana for some sushi and drink and afterwards, off to Dos Gringos for buckets of beer. Literally, BUCKETS of beer. If you’ve seen the Flickr pics then you know. Mmmm… buckets. OF BEER. I loved this birthday. I really did. So fun.

The next day, after R left to do some of whatever he does when he gets the house to himself when I’m not here… Nic, B, Heather and her man and I all stayed at the pool all day. Drinking, laughing, listening to 80’s music… As much fun as that was, I was REALLY feeling it at work the next day, the actual birthday.  

I’d like to tell you the actual birthday was filled with yet even more festivities but… no. The kid had basketball practice and we had Costco pizza for dinner. Hey, it’s what I wanted. Not so much the basketball practice but the pizza - hell yeah!

The best part of the whole day was after the kid getting in the car, acting like surly teen, I told him it was my day and he wasn’t allowed to act like that. He immediately snapped out of surly teen mode and went and got real nice. I’m telling you, so nice that he didn’t even complain when I bought a case of water at Costco along with the pizza. This is UNHEARD OF. He hates carrying water! I was amazed!

While appreciated, I did find the quick turnaround rather curious since when I was a teen, I couldn’t turn it on and off like that. I was the TEEN BEE, for real. Part of the reason I never had more kids? I was too scared to have the daughter that my parents cursed me with: I hope when you have kids you have a daughter JUST LIKE YOU.

No. Thanks.

For not planning on posting that much, I went and posted a damn book. Not only that, I’m irritating myself with positioning these damn pictures. I’m easily irritated, don’t you know.

If you could only see me now. I’m sitting here with a glass of wine and ice on my back. When I said earlier that I was really feeling my age? Yeah… something is going on with my back and I’m not sure what. I have to chuckle that my back starts creaking the same week I turned 36. *cups ear* You’re not going to say it, are you? Fine.

R thinks I herniated a disk, I keep hollering I have a tumor and in the midst of it all, Advil PM has become my best friend. It sucks getting older.

I have to go watch Top Chef now. And you should, too. Someone has to commiserate with me on how ANNOYING Padma is! Go watch now! Now, I said! K thanks.

P.S. I’m going to Oregon weekend after next, and the thought of seeing my family when something bad isn’t involved makes me kinda giddy. Thanks for the ticket R!