I just turned 47 and my age doesn’t really bother me and I rarely thing about it unless someone asks or says something that makes me feel old. I also don’t usually get excited about my birthday and really haven’t since my Grandmother died right before I turned 21. I didn’t go out drinking the night I turned 21 because I had to work, my after work celebration consisted of the bar tender at the trendy restaurant in Dublin, Ohio called Doodles made me a cocktail after closing and cleanup had been completed. Thus ushered in the era of legal drinking. Afterwards, I was like, I waited all this time for this? Being an adult sucks.
The only bright spot in this years otherwise abysmal birthday came from Rachel and Kethry and Haplo. Rachel with her trinkets gathered off the bargain rack at Target and Kethry because it is her birthday too. So I get to become a child again for that moment and celebrate with her. This year was incredibly hard because money was even tighter then usual since I was so sick last year. So a few days before my birthday, of course my cell service got disconnected from lack of payment. Well, I could still use the phone and google voice, Facebook and Wifi to keep in touch and social network even without service. I was coping.
Then my phone shut off on Monday afternoon and I lost even that creature comfort. It’s like I just keep getting kicked because now, not only do I have to pay for the delinquent phone service, I now, also have to purchase a new T-Mobile / Metro PCS compatible phone and then send the old one away to ZTE to repair or just send it away and wait for it to come back. Turn-a-round time isn’t usually too long, although it often costs about $20 to send it via Fedex. The carrier’s insurance was a viable option back in the day and I gladly paid for it, but over time the benefits have decreased while the associated fees and charges have increased.
Last Saturday Rachel, Haplo, Kethry and I went to Incredible John’s Pizza in Roseville for Kethry. It’s a better fit for kids then Dave & Buster’s although it still costs the same when you factor in the cost of the buffet. Sadly, the Buffet is at the bottom of buffets and the pizza pales in comparison to say, Round Table and their buffet. When you factor in all of the insanity that comes with crowds and it can make you stop, slap your hands to your face ala McCauley Culkin in Home Alone and scream from the rudeness of people just cutting in front of you or worse you just lose it and let out a scream reminiscent of Edward Munch’s famous painting, The Scream, when you see someone stick their dirty, disease ridden fingers in something to take a taste.
Sometimes, all you need are friends and family to make everything seem better.