Saturday..
was a shitty day. .I knew on friday there was a storm coming. Rain and snow thunder and lightning howling winds all at once. Fantastic. if you want a bad omen, there ya go. Not that everyone always believes in omens I am one of those, who though I do believe in fate, I also believe to make the best of things even if life is planning on giving you a swift kick in the proverbial cohones. (Balls).
28, Odd I didn't feel any older .. once again. I did'nt wake up on Saturday and Say YES.. one more wrinkle.. rather I woke up and said , fantastic, I look no different I feel no different it's just another day. Wrong.
Plans... So due to most (local) friends having other plans Daz and a friend of ours decided just simply dinner and a movie for my celebration.. weee! Though as the day went on and the sky started to darken our one friend got stormed in. Great. Pub it is.
Cal's. Now Cal's is our neighborhood anything goes bar. I say anything goes because Cal's is our home away from home safty in drunken foolery that is merely 2 blocks from my house. In fact, I can see it from my looming apartment. Grand. Cal's has a different kind of crowd every night of the week, and yet, there is no drama, no fights, just good people enjoying often too loud of music and cheap yet good beers. Birthday at Cal's. Sure all I really wanted anyway.
Backup- It semms most people had forgotten my birthday. No worries. By 28 you think you would have less excitement over birthdays anyway right? I mean, 13 youre a teen!! 16 you get a license, 18 Youre Legal!!, 21 Youre full fledged legal, 25 your car insurance goes down.. Whats past 25??
So when I lacked birthday wishes via email or phone call, I was ready to shrug it off. I mean after all I am grateful for the 2 people that did remember and the few people of my online friends I see everyday virtually that did remember. (No, not one person on CT though.) Point being, I didn't sweat it.
Flash forward.
2 hours into attempting to get a cab to Cal's I gave up and decided to walk the 2 blocks in the storm. I would be damned if I spent my birthday at home doing nothing right?
Cal's was packed, and I mean packed for the little 40 ft space it seems to be you could'nt inch your way through it. What a blast. Jamesons never ran out of my glass and I got to see a few people I had only seen a couple of times..
1am. My purse is gone. Now technically 1am is past my birthday, But I couldnt help but find irony in the fact I knew- I knew that something was going to give me that kick in my proverbial balls. This was it.
My bag, in the same place I put it every time I go to Cal's next to the bar. Had grown legs (hopefully semi sexy ones) and walked. Now I'm sure people have their bags go missing by the thousand everyday. It happens. But of course, leave it to me , to be the one idiot who carries
E V E R Y T H I N G in my bag.
All forms of ID. I mean ALL forms. Birth certificate, SS card, Tips card, first aid card, DL, ID, Passport photos .. the whole damned 9. Sure my Digi cam, my cell phone, my cd player all of it was in my bag. Leave it to the one person with a doomed birthday in the bar to be the one dumb enough to lose everything in their purse jacking.
Of course however- I being the optimistic person I was tryed to shrug it off. It happens I'll deal with it monday. Right?
Meawhile everyone that is still at the bar is kind of freaked over the whole thing, I mean THAT sort of thing just does not happen at Cal's. I mean never in Cal's history ever. Enter.. Mel. Yeah it has to happen to someone. Grin and bear it.
End of my story is, It turned out okay however, Yeah, I did blow it off until realizing that yes this is the WORST possible thing that could have happened at this very moment in time , only for the fact that I am supposed to be moving in like 3 and a half weeks.. replacing a BC, SS , DL , and all that is a HUGE pain in the ass on such short notice.. but,
The after hours was rockin, the hangover is still slightly lingering even after sleeping most of Sunday, which tells me that though, it was a horrible b-day, it was good enough for a bad ass hangover. Who cares who remembers, what you do, how bad the weather is, who kicks you in the proverbial cohones, or who robs you of the numbers and pictures that decide you are real...
At 28 I think I know better, than to let acts of God and evil men rob me of my birthday.
~Mel
The sidenote to this- is if I had your phone number I no longer do. My phone is disconnected for the moment.. etc etc blah blah.
