Yesterday my flip flop broke while en route to the grocery store. It wasn’t a break that meant I could drag my foot along and get by. It essentially disintegrated.
I walked across Knickerbocker Ave with one bare foot. I walked directly into the dollar store where Dom bought me some $1.97 slippers which I wore to the grocery store.
Today I rode my bike to rehearsal. Riding down Morgan Ave, I decided to get on the sidewalk because I’m always afraid of trucks running me down at the light at Grand St. I didn’t quite land right on the curb, and the amount of sand made me slide like crazy. I found myself face down on the cement. Only minor injuries were sustained. But I was wearing helmet, which probably saved me from cracking my head open.
Yesterday? Walking barefoot in Bushwick! Today? Lying down on Morgan Avenue! 28 sure is shaping up to be a fucking adventure.
photo I stole from AS!
Yesterday was quite a day. I already felt the birthday love at 11:45AM, which was before I yogacized and before I ate 3 pieces of cake. And had a birthday party!
I’ve had plenty of birthday parties, but the last few years I’ve been hiding out from friends on my birthday as I’ve come to dread it. Jeso and Dominic decided this year they were putting their collective foot down and planning me a party. But I explicitly said “no surprises” after Jeso’s surprise and they played by the rules.
It was amazing!
I always hear people whining about how they don’t want to go to so-and-so’s birthday party because it’s going to be a drag, so I always feel self indulgent expecting people to come to celebrate “me” because that seems like not a very big draw. But wow! It is really fun and great when people show up just for you! I was very flattered, and felt very loved. And it feels like the very first time that I’ve had a birthday and been able to appreciate that.
Enlightenment! Oh yeah! That’s a pretty good birthday present too.
Thank you friends, who celebrated me from near and far. I love you all so so so so much.
[photo is from my birthday last year kayaking around Fox Island, Alaska. Brother’s face still makes me laugh.]
I sent my mom a text message last night telling her that I had just eaten a huge vegan sundae and was about to pass out but “thanks for carrying me for 9 months… and then the subsequent 28 years.”
2-8 is in and 2-7 is out! But, not without learning a few things:
1. When I die (which I’ve been thinking a lot about lately), I will think that this life has been good, but god damn, it went by so quick!
2. The “clear night” symbol on the iPhone weather app is not made up of tiny, indecipherable raindrops. They are stars. In my 27th year I carried my umbrella much less than my 26th year. Age = wisdom!
3. I could use to be more patient.
And dear friends, I love you all so much and am so thankful for your shiny presence in my life.
Onward, upward and striking while the iron is hot. YEOW.
1) Enormous pothole on Willoughby near Home Depot that allegedly was part of an “explosion.” Police officer let me ride my bike on the sidewalk though the street was blocked off.
2) Beautiful decrepit building across from said pothole.
3) Pigeon guy in my neighborhood releasing pigeons on his roof.
4) On the same block, a Hearst with the trunk open ready to be loaded.
The pigeon/Hearst scenario was troubling. I told Jeso earlier this week, I fear every bike ride may be my last.
This is where 10 people tell me I’m being dramatic. But hey, I don’t have a will, so if this turns out to be true, please cremate me and take me on a trip and scatter me around the world.