Another Year

Today is my birthday, so I can do what I want.

Maybe it's a bad idea. In high school and through part of college, I used to go to McDonald's on my birthday and order the Deluxe Big Breakfast - the one with the pancakes, biscuit, eggs and sausage. That was also a bad idea, yet one that I kept up for a good many years. The only remotely edible thing out of that assortment was maybe the biscuit - god, what was I thinking?

The next birthday tradition that I instated was to wear a nice dress and get so drunk that I spent July 7th filled with stomach upset and shame (not all that dissimilar to the Deluxe Big Breakfast, actually). Anytime there are more than 3 complimentary drinks lined up for you on the bar, the night will not end well. Or so I hear. However since I how have the tolerance of a 4th-grader and no real desire to put myself to sleep at 8PM, binge drinking is off the list.

This year I've decided that I'm going to be fancy for no good reason, other than it is my birthday. So why not? James and I are having brunch (something I almost never do - as a rule, breakfast food should cost no more than $5 and be consumed before 10AM) in Soho, going shopping for things like fragrance and shoes, and then indulging in a dinner that we probably can't afford. I will wear a nice dress and probably end up dancing to Kylie Minogue at a club where none of the men want anything to do with my equipment. And that's pretty much fine with me.