Well here we are. I'm twenty-nine now. No, really. I really am twenty-nine, and next year I'll be thirty, not twenty-nine again. You can rest assured that I will never be one of those women who lies about her age. I will always be exactly the age I say I am, unless of course I get senile and lose count. I'm too proud of each and every year I've survived this life to ever lie about it.
Our friends Joe and Sandra hosted my birthday party again, just like last year, except it wasn't a surprise this time. It was going to be... it was in planning for a month before I found out about it. But between my attempts to make other plans for the same night, and Chris' realization that he'd never be able to sneak off and buy food with me home on vacation, he decided to tell me. The party was Thursday night. It was small, but we partied into the wee hours of the morning just the same. Good food, good friends (who are far too generous), and Rock Band are the makings of one great party.
Friday, the Fourth of July and my actual birthday, started out gray and drizzly. This always depresses me, but it was actually okay, because we needed to just lounge around and recover from our three hours of sleep while giving Brooskey and Vixen some time to be out of their crates and play with each other. They had been cooped up for a long time. Friday evening we met up with Joe and Sandra again and we all joined Joe's dad on his boat to watch the fireworks in Newport. We had a perfect view, and I wish we had taken the real camera, but all we had was Chris' iPhone (I left mine safely locked in the trunk of Sandra's car just in case we ended up in the drink while attempting transfer from the dinghy onto the actual boat). We haven't transferred the pictures to a PC yet to see how they came out, but there are a couple that look promising. I will post them here when they do get uploaded. It was another late night, and although we got home earlier than the night before, we were up just as late letting the dogs do their thing.
On Saturday, a miracle happened. The dogs let us sleep until 10:30 in the morning. This has never happened before. We have not slept later than 8:30, and even that is a rarity, in nine months - since the day we brought Brooskey home. Saturday afternoon into night was another party at the home of our friend Mike and his wife Beth, who also has a Fourth of July birthday. I had Chris bring me home early as all of the late nights were starting to catch up with me, but he went back and stayed until about 1:00 am.
Sunday was supposed to be recovery and laundry day, after a morning jaunt for breakfast and to visit Abbie. Breakfast was good, Abbie was fabulous (walking around like a pro now and saying so many adorable words), and after, well, we did a lot of couch snoozing, not a whole lot of laundry. Chris did get a new curtain rod hung in the living room, and that was about all the productivity either one of us could handle. As wiped out as we were (and still are), all the resting eventually got boring, so we went out and had some sushi for dinner, and then found ourselves back at Joe and Sandra's house again, having a drink by the fire of their backyard chimenea, and learning just how ineffective DEET-free mosquito repellent really is. (Since confirming I have an actual true mosquito allergy, I buy the heavy-duty DEET content, but had forgotten it at home).
This is one of the reasons I love having my birthday on a holiday - it turns into a whole extended weekend instead of just a single day.
Oh, so you want to know what I got for my birthday? My mommy sent me a copy of Schuyler's Monster and money for new summer shoes, which are on order. Joe and Sandra gave me a $50 Best Buy gift card, and I got another of those from our friends Kim and Rich. I spent a portion of that on Singstar for the Playstation 3. Greg and Shanley gave me a double case of Smirnoff Ice, which will, at the rate at which I get drunk, last me the entire summer. Chris' parents gave me a gift certificate for my next haircut. Dana got me a pretty keychain to convert into a zipper pull for my purse, and also sent Vixen a new toy which has to be kept in a safe place to be played with only when Brooskey is not home, because he likes to rip her toys open and can do so in a matter of seconds. And Chris got us tickets to go see Josh Blue this Friday at the world's second largest casino, Mohegan Sun!
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