An Insignificant Day

Today is my birthday, but I’m not doing anything to celebrate it. Instead, I’m working and then going to a birth class which begins and ends at precisely the right times to prevent me from going out to dinner anywhere. It’s OK though, as going out to dinner is the only thing I would have wanted to do anyway. As a result of my “condition”, I can’t drink and I get tired early. So mostly, I’m OK with this non-birthday. I’m 31 which isn’t all that significant, as far as birthdays go. Besides, I have made plans to go out to dinner on Friday and then see a Misfits cover band and an Operation Ivy cover band. But part of me is a little sad. It’s the first birthday in 16 years that I will spend completely sober. That makes me sound a bit like a drunk but it’s not really like that. It’s just that drinking is something my friends and I do. I’ve been doing OK with the not drinking. But at my husband’s birthday part on Sunday, abstaining was the hardest it’s ever been. Not in a shaky, alcoholic way. There is no way I’m going to cave and drink a bottle of Cook’s. I know what’s at stake and I’m not willing to do that under any circumstances. But it was hard from a mental standpoint. In a nutshell, being pregnant is the ultimate buzz kill.

For a while, I was having a great time with everyone and then, at some point in the evening, their amusing, jovial lubrication turned into total obliteration. There were a few people who weren’t completely hammered. But most people were. It was the nature of the day. It became difficult to talk to them. It became work. I felt like an asshole because I understood where they were coming from. I’ve been there. But I was also pretty annoyed and kind of wanted to just go to bed. I didn’t though. I rode it out because it was my husband’s birthday party and I wanted him to have a good time. I apologize to anyone if I came off as a raging bitch in the process.

Today is my birthday and I’m doing nothing fun or frivolous. Everything I do today is out of responsibility and duty. It will be a very adult day. I never did like the idea of becoming an adult. Of course, it’s mostly unavoidable. The alternatives are either death or Peter Pan-ism. I chose adulthood. I will instead remember last year’s birthday fondly. I was in a band. We played a battle of bands right here in my house. We won and I’m convinced that our votes were not pity votes. It was a great time. I will also remember that I can have great times again. Maybe not exactly like that. I don’t want my kid’s earliest memories of me being how smashed mommy was. But KIND of like that because my friends are awesome and will always be awesome and we will find other ways to party with babes in arms. But not this year…

Rockin’ Birthday Eve

My second annual 29th birthday coincided with my new life as a freelancer. The good news about my freelancing career is that so far I have had plenty of work. The bad news is that it’s a little too much work. I have been very busy and very tired and haven’t really had time to blog. So that’s why I’m just getting around to writing about my birthday party. Which was AWESOME.

Some friends, my Mister and I had been noodling around in the basement for a couple of months with instruments making something resembling a band. We played a lot of Weezer because it turns out it’s not that hard. Emily was pretty good with the rapping so we decided to put a couple of verses of “Shoop” in the middle of “Tired of Sex”. That worked out so well that I wrote some raps of my own and we put them into the middle of “Undone” and “Surf Wax America” too. The “Surf Wax” rap is based on the Patrick Swayze character in “Point Break”. We discovered that we weren’t terrible. We gave ourselves a name: The MC Superman Skivvies. And eventually, we got the bug to play in front of people. We happen to know a lot of very talented people who would be fun to share a stage with. Hence: The First Periodic Baxtle of the Bands was planned and scheduled to take place on my birthday. We somehow managed to cram 6 bands and 60-some people into our living room.

The other bands who played were:
Supercolliding Superconductor (involving the awesome Yuna on keyboard and vocals and Arsenio on lead vocals and megaphone)
3X Wogato (another cover band playing Clash, Bob Dylan, Elvis Costello and Roy Orbison)
Floppy Donkey Dick (a brother and sister rock duo)
Tough Guy Mosh (a duo of epic proportions)
Lady Drama (the incredibly talented and professional rock quartet)

The voting was done democracy-style via a ballot box. It was a realistic democracy too on account of the illegal ballot stuffing (not in our favor, by the way) and the fact that not very many people remembered to vote.

All the bands were really phenomenal so there was pretty stiff competition. Lady Drama plays a lot of gigs and all their songs are original. 3X Wogato brings years of experience to the table. But the MC Superman Skivvies won anyway. I like to think it had very little to do with the home court advantage. We recorded the whole show and I’ve uploaded our set onto our new MySpace page. You can hear people singing along and cheering during our set. I think mostly they were genuinely surprised that we were any good. We just need to keep the expectations low and we will do fine as a band. We don’t have any designs for world domination but we would like to play a couple more gigs.

I didn’t drink much before we played. Just enough to ease the nerves. But after we were done, how the bevvies flowed. By the time all the bands were done and the cake was cut, I was appropriately birthday drunk. So much so that I didn’t even recall the occurrence of the late-night jam session, much less taking part in it myself. Thank god for photographs. Now I remember the whole night like I was there. Which I was. I’m fairly certain.

Check out our set on our MySpace page and maybe become our friend! We will play another show soon! And we will have more songs ready by then too!

Also, check out the pictorial evidence of the mayhem here and here.

Turning Frowns Upsidedown

My birthday was awesome. As sad as I was in the days leading up to it about getting older, my friends and loved ones made sure that I couldn't POSSIBLY be sad on the day. B. and I woke up and went to yoga, which we haven't been to in about 4 months. So naturally, it was very difficult for us, but it felt really good too. My back has been bothering me a lot lately (another reason I felt old this birthday), and yoga really did help. My back is sore today but in a good, worked-out-muscles kind of way. Not in a bad, you-sit-on-your-ass-all-day-in-a-cheap-office-chair way.

After we showered, we got dressed up for the evening and went to the Pitch and Putt in Greenlake. We were semi-formal because we had dinner reservations at Canlis. It was pretty fun to be dressed to the nines for nine holes of golf. There was a bit of a backlog on the green so we teamed up with two guys who were behind us, since we were going to keep having to wait with them to play each hole anyway. They were old buddies from Spokane who were playing for a dollar a stroke. They kept apologizing for swearing in front of a “lady”.

Of course, I didn't win the gold, but I did pretty well, averaging 5 strokes per hole. I think it helps to NOT be drunk, if you can believe it. I know -I- didn't believe it. :)

We said goodbye to our golfing buddies and stopped at home quickly before heading to Canlis. We got there a little bit early and waited in the bar, listening to the pianist play frilly piano covers of rock songs.

Once seated, we were handed what we thought was a menu, but was actually a 20-some page wine list. If you like, you can buy a $3500 bottle of something. We didn't like. We knew that even ordering one of their cheapest wines would still be pretty safe. We got a Sicilian red (Planeta) that was, indeed, outstanding. I drank most of it because B. was driving.

Canlis really gives you the star treatment. It made us country folk a little uncomfortable at times. We don't necessarily need you to comb the crumbs off our table during the meal. I wasn't bothered so much by the little wine spill the waiter made that I would have required him to cover it up with a napkin and re-arrange everything on the table. But he did it anyway. For dessert, you get new napkins and when you go to the bathroom, the waiter picks crumbs off your empty chair. On your way to the bathroom ever employee stops and gestures for you to pass in front of them. When you leave, the valet doesn't need to see a ticket. They just see you coming and run to your car, which they already know the make and location of.

Our waiter was a little strange. He was a low-talker. We just nodded and agreed to everything he said, hoping he wasn't saying something like “I put some of my blood in your rissoto. It's necessary to complete the ritual. Enjoy your last meal.” My rissoto WAS amazing though. And so was the creme brulee.

After dinner, we sped over to the Sunset Bowl Lounge and I was overjoyed and overwhelmed to walk into a bar FULL of my smiling friends greeting me with love and hugs and birthday wishes (and presents!). For all my bitching and moaning in the days leading up to it, I've never been so wrong. I love my friends and I am very very lucky to have them.

My loot included:
-A butterfly knife with holster, a middle finger lighter, and some quarters for DDR from Patrick.
-High School Musical Mystery Date, the board game from Meep.
-Skelanimals from Joey and Ellie.
-Pull tabs from Pull Tabs John. (I won $22!)
-A slide whistle from Arsenio and Andy.
-A candle in a Recess Cup from Andy.
-Jimi Hendrix brand vodka from Carly and Scot.
-Lemoncello and an AWESOME black light painting of a Unicorn from the Brunswicks.
-A serenade of Damn Yankees from Elyse.
-A Jesus tote bag from ???? It was left on my chair and didn't have a note. So whoever that was from, thank you. I love it.

Roxy also somehow convinced me to do a Speedy Gonzales with her and B. which involves dropping a shot of Red Bull and something into a pint of beer and then chugging. I can't believe I drank that. Fast. It definitely kept me going for a long time though. B. and I sang Paula Abdul's “Opposites Attract”. B. sang “Patience” for me. I nailed “Stupid Cupid” by Connie Francis. I dueted on “Don't Bring Me Down” by ELO with Meep. Meep sang some Kelly Clarkson (FINALLY). Everyone, it seemed, had a great time.

When the bar closed, we continued the party at the 4A house. Roxy kept my glass of tequila full at all times. Some dancing happened. A lot of syrupy love talk happened, instigated by alcohol but very very genuine. At 4:30, I noticed it was 4:30 and thought perhaps I should go home. I’m sure B., who was sober and my DD, agreed. What an outstanding birthday! Unfortunately, I don't have any pictures. Does anyone else have any?

And the party continues next weekend in Vegas!!!

PS: I have now joined Facebook.