So, I've been rolling around on this little blue ball for three decades now. On Tuesday, May 1, I turned 30.
I spent the day out of here. But it's been kind of a weird celebration. On the Saturday before, my best local friend's mom threw a birthday party for both of us because we were born eight days apart in the same year. His cousin also has a near my birthday. So there was birthday cake and small presents and good food. But at the end, my friend decided to go into the hospital because he had been sick for around two weeks, not able to keep much down. I spent the first night with him. Professional people think that it's his gallbladder, but aren't sure whether taking it out would make things better. He came home Tuesday afternoon, but will likely have to go back.
On Sunday, I mostly slept, recuperating from the night at the hospital. Monday, I went back up to see him, but left pretty soon after when they started some tests. I went to poker and played pretty well, but I don't remember how I placed. At midnight, someone brought balloons into the karaoke room and everyone sang happy birthday, but I caught my regular 1230 bus back here. I forgot my camera, so don't have any pictures.
The next day, my actual birthday, I went downtown to have lunch with a guy friend. But five minutes after we sat down, some people that know him but haven't seen him in awhile decided it was okay to set themselves down and engage him and pretty much ignore me for the next hour or so except for some pretty rude comments meant to tease him but that were hurtful to me. We got a late start so I had to rush home to catch my ride to my poker game/birthday party. Once there, I realized I had the wrong type of bus pass for the door-to-door rides. My sister had gotten the wrong one by accident. After a small argument, the driver let me on anyway because it was my birthday. When we got there, the place was pretty dead because I was there early.
The poker room was decorated with balloons and such, and there were poker dealer type visors for everyone to wear, in honor of my birthday and the fact that poker has become one of my favorite hobbies. In my place, there was a purple construction hat that was supposed to be a princess hat or something that I had to wear, although I would have much preferred a visor. I played pretty well, and made the points, but I didn't win. Right after the break, everyone sang happy birthday again and someone brought me a birthday cake, complete with the 30 candles, which I blew out mostly on my own. Then, they passed around my princess/damsel in distress hat for everyone to sign. Meanwhile, play resumed, and I went out in 12th place or so, good for 86 points.
When I got to the karaoke room, no one else was there, and it stayed pretty dead throughout the night, which was kind of sad because I invited a lot of people to come and celebrate with me. But I guess it was good that I got to sing a lot. I tried a bunch of new numbers for me, 80s songs, thinking of a couple of friends who were there last year but not this one, and one who I was hoping would be able to be there but wasn't.
It was pouring rain when my random cabdriver, not David because he finally moved away, came to pick me up. It almost never rains on my birthday, but it was pouring cats and dogs. The cab driver was a safe one, though, thank God. When I got home there were messages from people wishing me happiness and one from the best friend saying he was home from the hospital. So all in all, it was a relatively good birthday, though very depressing and introspective in spots. I just wish a lot of things were different in my life right now. But there's nothing I can do about any of it at the moment, so here we are.
Yesterday, I went to my volunteer job for awhile. Afterwards, a friend I know from there and her partner took me out for some really good Mexican food. They gave me a card and a beautiful flower. Somehow in that day, my headrest broke, a so now I have another thing I have to worry about. I checked on my best friend and watched some silly program about a family with 14 kids, 13 boys and one girl, no multiples.
Now, I'm waiting for a help to freshen up and for a girl to call who probably won't.
Thus begins my third decade. I know I should put some things wise here about all that I have learned but I'm not feeling it at the moment. All I can do is look behind and try to think ahead. And thank those who have shared the journey with me. May it continue to be an enlightening growing kind of adventure.