Fabulous weekend04:42 Oct 09 2005
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My birthday weekend. Need I say more? Ok, I shall. Since you all pleaded so gracefully. *snort* (Oh, a funny story about a snort later.)
A birthday is a day to reflect upon the past year, and years, and to reflect upon the coming year and years, that is what the purpose of a birthday is.
It's a time to reflect where you have been, where you are, and where you wish to go.
I have so much that is beautiful in my life right now. I got to listen to Jackson's heartbeat on my birthday. It sounded fluttery and whooshy and excited, like he was ready to see what this bright full world may have to offer him.
Khay and I got pedicures on my birthday, and I got to thoroughly spoil that beautiful woman this weekend. She cooked something marvelous for me involving shrimp, pasta, garlic and numminess. I watched pretty woman for the first time - ever - this weekend.
We also went to see "A history of violence." Good movie. Go see it. This is where the funny snort story comes in.
We go into the theater (my first time in one in YEARS) and grab our seats. Not crowded, loveliness. Eventually, these two young adult males sit right the heck in front of her. No obnoxiousness ensues. Yet. *innocent whistle*
She and I kept giggling at seemingly inappropriate or serious moments. I'm sorry, though. Some of those moments were damn funny. Neither of us is sure exactly what that says about our psyches.
"How do you fuck that up?!" *incredulous kicking*
hehehehehe
I muttered (I thought softly enough that only Khayman could hear) that a certain character needed to sing "West Side Story's" "I feel pretty," in response to an "anger management" quip on her behalf. I may have even hummed a bar. I don't remember. Maybe not. I may have thought it.
I made me giggle (not difficult to do). Turns out, the two cats in front of us heard me. They giggled. Khay is giggling. It made me laugh harder, evil chain ensues of giggling, when all the while brother man on the screen is being all vicious and serious-like.
I vapor locked on a giggle and snorted.
It set the four of us off more.
We all got shooshed.
My first movie theater in I don't know how many years, and I cause shooshes.
How ... rude ... of me.
Anyhoo.
Sushi, Kensai, movie sign, pretty feet, good company, baby heartbeat and acrobatics, fat cat belly loving, Virginia rainstorms, snorting in public, cupcakes, ballons, an Edgar Alan Poe bobble head (Holy SHIT IT ROCKS!) and getting naked with the office potted plant. I'll explain that later. It involves dice and firing the I.T. guy, while making up a rumour about the office nerd.
Oh. And damn cute fuzzy socks. I like weird socks. I scored on those. Black and orange striped fuzzy chenille knee socks.
How cool is that?
Now, I go nini. =)
Barbie Got Back! Go you! You're the closest thing ever to a true black Barbie. Shake that fat ass of yours!
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