09 January 2006

Happy Birthday To Me: I

Hi. This is the new me, a little cold and intoxicated. The old me was 23. This version is 24. My birthday was January 3. Feel free to mark your calendars for next year. Sometime last summer, I thought it would be a good idea to have a birthday party. So I invited a bunch of people to come out here for an extended weekend to celebrate with me. I ended up with a rowdy group of six. The party started on January 6 and dispersed on the 9. This week, you'll get to read all about it.

My actual birthday wasn't phenomenal by any means. In fact it might have been bad if not for all the birthday cheer sent my way. Here is an updated picture of our Christmas/ Birthday Card Fridge. Arranging it so that all pictures and cards were visible was no small feat, so go ahead and be impressed. Jesse got me a robe and a little fridge that sits right on my desk at work. It's adorable. Everyone who noticed it said so. Unfortunately, I can't find any pictures of it on the internet. Maybe I'll take one of my desk and show you another day.

At the last minute, Chris from Moorhead decided to come. He's definitely more Jesse's friend than mine. In fact, when I was in Fargo, we were in direct competition for Jesse's attention. Anyway, Chris was on vacation from work for a tour his band never made. He arrived on Monday, making him our first guest. He and Jesse's first order of business: cheeseburgers from In-N-Out Burger. I hear they were delicious.

Thus began my actual birthday. I got lots of calls and text messages from quite a few people. My spirits were high, because everybody knows that only good things happen to you on your birthday. But there was a "discovery" at work. I did something (a month ago) that I should not have done. It was done because of poor judgment and I didn't know it was wrong at the time. Although if I had stopped to think about it, I surely would have noticed a glowing red flag. Of course I'd love to tell you all about it, but it involves pique a boo. As a result, I am now being watched by some whose intentions are deeper than to read, ponder, and enjoy.


It's an odd feeling to know you are being monitored. It's as if that information were enough to impose self censorship. I hope to forget and continue to write as I have always done. But I guess only time will tell. To add to the vagueness, there were two separate issues for me Tuesday. One in which I recognized my mistake and took my punishment. The other fueled an anger in me that was almost paralyzing in its intensity. It was certainly a cloud, but it was still my birthday. I only get one a year and I certainly did not want to waste it.

Chris and I ate some cheesecake about it at Caesar's Palace while Jesse watched (he's anti cheesecake you know) and the three of us set out to find adventure. Unfortunately, we didn't have much luck. This town can be pretty dead on a Tuesday night in January. So we were home around 2.

24 looks like it will be challenging. But I do plan to come out on top.