3 posts tagged “birthday”
I'm not exceptionally good with words. In fact, I just plain suck. But I try anyway. See! I just started a sentence with 'but'. Oh well.
Anyway, I've already gone to bed tonight, but I couldn't sleep, so now I'm up. My wife will be up in a little over an hour and a half, so I guess I have that long to compose my thoughts and this blog posting.
Today was a weird day. I slept in waaaay late - I think I got out of bed just before noon. Yesterday I was actually fairly happy about the way my birthday was looking, as I was expecting to meet up with an old friend whom I haven't seen since 2003, and the plan was to head over to Chipotle to grab a burrito and beer.
But shortly after waking, I realized that I was in a foul mood. I don't think it was the fact that today was my 31st birthday. In fact, I have no clue why I was feeling that way. But I was. And I still am.
It didn't help that things didn't pan out as expected. My buddy's flight didn't get in until two hours later than we expected, and by the time he had called, the wife and I had already given up and ordered dinner. I was still able to go meet up with him, catch up, and have a few beers, but it didn't go according to plan, and that irked me.
Anyway, I don't know what my deal is today. Maybe it's the lingering soreness that I feel from my run yesterday. Maybe it's the fact that all of my buddies are getting promoted to Major now, and I'm 1) out of the army, and 2) barely making better than poverty wages. Maybe it's because it's freakin' frigid around here right now. I don't know.
Have you ever seen that drug commercial with the blob that is always sad and being followed by a rain cloud? That's how I feel today. And putting my finger on the reason why has been like nailing jello to the wall - it just ain't gonna happen.
To top it all off, I'm not tired. It's 2:16 am. That's not normal.
At least the cat isn't screaming at me...
Next Monday is my wife's birthday. She wants an iPod.
I wish I'd known that sooner. I guess I did know, but I didn't think she was serious.
Yeah, she's serious.
Kiss my ass, Steve Jobs.
So I worked today. On my 30th birthday. I thought about calling out sick, but I think half of all airline pilots have called out sick the last few days, because flights are getting cancelled left and right.
All I wanted today was cake. I would have preferred carrot cake, but any cake would have been good. I ate lunch at Chili's in the Charlotte airport, and I asked the waitress "If I were to tell you that it's my birthday, would I get a piece of cake?". She said that they didn't do that sort of thing. Crap.
So then I flew another round trip, with another break in Charlotte. I went looking for cake. I had this:
Not quite cake. Espresso brownie and iced caramel macchiato.
So then we flew our last leg to my current location, Greenville, South Carolina. Our flight attendant, Victoria, and captain, Tom, decided to take me out. We went to On The Border where I had fajitas. Tom treated, and that was great. But Victoria told the waitress that it was my birthday, and so I got the song treatment from the wait staff. Then I got handed a hot brownie with ice cream on top. It was good, but dammit, I wanted cake! And I really appreciated Tom buying dinner, but dammit I wanted cake!
Anyway, on the last leg, Victoria told all of our passengers that it was my 30th birthday, and every single passenger said Happy Birthday as they got off the plane. That was kinda neat, and very cool of her.
This old man now needs to go to bed. Maybe I can get some freakin' cake tomorrow.
