Monday, February 09, 2009

I'm part of you indefinitely.

This morning I was listening to some mix CDs that my sister made me for my 30th birthday, and there was a cover of Mariah Carey's "Always Be My Baby". It made me strangely happy. I'm not even kidding you that when I was 20, that was my jam. Which is really weird because 20 to 22 was probably the height of my filthy punk phase and right inbetween Minor Threat and The Misfits was Mariah Carey, sitting comfortable on her big ass. Oh, the things you think about when you're 30 and rocking out to the mix CDs your sister made you.

So, yeah. I'm 30 now.

I'm all about being 30. Sadly, my birthday was not as mind-blowing as I had hyped up in my mind. We started birthday weekend off with a bang (and bangING) and an impromptu trip to the movies to see "My Bloody Valentine" in 3D. We loved it. It was incredible. Gore from the get-go. Friday was a mix up good-n-bad. Todd took the day off work to be with me...good. We went to The Melting Pot for lunch...good. I got suuuuuuuuper carsick on the way home and threw up the expensive lunch I just paid for and really didn't have much motivation to get off the couch for the rest of the night...bad. Todd because withdrawn, quiet and frustrated about some stressers in his life...bad. So Thursday was bad ass and Friday was both bad-ass and ass-bad.

Now it's my birthday. Todd sang to me in the middle of the night. Cute. Funny. We got up and went to breakfast which was fun, but I found out I had some issues at the bank. Way to wreck a morning. I brushed it off and got done some things I needed to get done and felt fairly accomplished. We cleaned for Becky's arrival and slowly...things just went down hill. Dinner was a ton of fun. Dinner will be the highlight. I have the best friends a girl could ask for. But I'd like to erase everything that happened after that from my brain. I'd like to blame it all on stress but that would just be an excuse. So the night ended earlier than I would have liked and never got better. Crying on your 30th birthday? Lame. Your friend driving all the way from Columbus just to drive back home at midnight? Lame.

Yesterday was my family birthday. It was great. It was relaxing. My parents really know how to do it up. But my mind was somewhere else. It was still a wreck from the night before, I guess. I dunno. I was just half there and half not. We did get a really sun surprise regarding the wedding. And I did get a beer glass from Milwaukee for the Women's Drinking Team which I LOVE. We talked a lot of wedding talk and my one sister who I thought was on the fence about being a bridesmaid bought a dress (!!!) which eased my mind. There were definite highs. We trucked home and got into movie mode and just sort of zoned out. I think I'm still zoned out.

Maybe it wasn't the best way to start 30 off. Nah...I'm not going to say that. Cause some of it was great and some of it was crazy fun. There were just lows that I wasn't expecting. But I guess it's just a day, right? Things didn't have to be mind-blowing just because it was my birthday. I mean...just because it's my favorite day of the year doesn't mean it's going to make everyone else be upbeat and awesome. Oh well. 30 will still be a good year.

Or I'm moving to Guam.

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