Or, at least, so I thought... It started last night (the 22nd). When I got home from work, I had plans to go to the local drive-in movie for an all-nighter; on long weekend Sundays, the drive-in shows four movies from sundown to sunrise. I even got a 6-pack of beer to take with me. However, by the time Rod was finished working on his hot rod and had a shower, it was already getting dark and I am already indignant that he would dare to spend time on anything other than me during my birthweek. At the movie, everyone had taken all the good spots so we were as far from the screen as you could get without using binoculars. Urgh.
Many of the dark fighting scenes in Pirates of the Caribbean were indistinguishable. I found myself asking Rodney, "Who was that? With the sword?" or "What was he grabbing for?" or "Who's fighting who? Is that Barbossa or Black Beard?" I also remarked on how much better it would be in 3D. Then, I wanted to get out and break some headlights, taillights and truck cab roof lights. Jeesh, I really need to write a courtesy manual for newbies to the drive-in.
Honestly, I was a real party pooper. The beer wasn't helping either. I wasn't feeing anything after two bottles. Just the need to pee. The last time I went to the canteen/washrooms, I offered to help scoop some unidentified horror off the floor with the maintenance staff (Holla! Tammy and Kelly!) So, the next time I just popped a squat in the back field near the fence line.
Ater the movie was over, I wanted to take advantage of our "alone time" and get some lovin' in the back of the Kia. This proved frustrating at best. I'm certainly not a prude and I have no problem with public nudity, but the idea of having random headlights shining on my husband's bare ass did not put me in the mood. Plus, I didn't want him to touch me with anything that had been near a public restroom. In the end, we got into a workable position with my head hanging off the folded-down seats and his feet pushing against the back window, knees bent. However, this caused him to get a Charlie Horse in his right calf. The whole thing was a nightmare and the worst two minutes of my life.
I was disappointed and unsatisfied. What a complete waste of an evening. I decided I was just going home to bed, so that I could get up and go for a coffee at Timmy's before work. Unfortunately, Rod had made plans with his buddy, Phil, to go for coffee... ON MY BIRTHDAY! WTF?! It was the final straw for me. I was completey pissed. Went for breakfast with my dad and step-mom. Got a lovely card, a cool outdoor turtle lamp, and some spending money, plus homemade slippers and more spending money from mom.
Rod was spending the morning wiring the lights on his hot rod, so I thought I'd spend the afternoon shopping in Belleville. Got in the car, rocked out to "Rolling in the Deep" by Adele and "Rock me Gently" by Andy Kim, started to feel a little better about my life... then I noticed how quiet it was on Bell Boulevard. Hmmmmm, looks like the mall is closed on the May Twofour Monday... How odd? Surely, Walmart is not closed! By the Jesus... even Walmart is closed! I parked the car and just started bawling. Yet another complete waste of time. Drove back home in the pouring rain. On the way, Rodney texted me, "Holy shit! It's really coming down!" I replied, "That's my soul... condensating."
When I walked in the door, I went straight to bed. That's the only thing you can do when your day is taking a shit... Take a nap and wait for the planets to realign. However, my cell phone is linked to my facebook account. So, every time someone wished me a "Happy Birthday!", my phone would vibrate. I have about 300 friends, therefore, I got no sleep. And, I didn't want to turn off the phone just in case I missed something important.
I decided I would just go to work and be as miserable with all the bastards at the restaurant as the universe was being to me. Total sour grapes attitude. I unloaded my tragic tale to Amanda, who basically ignored me... and then returned from the walk-in fridge with a chocolate cake and 3 lit candles singing happy birthday.
Finally! Some recognition! Someone who took time from her busy day to say, "Dammit, Sherla! You ARE someone special! And, you deserve some chocolate AND a little birthday song!" I would have cried, but I spent all my tears in the parking lot at Walmart.
Two hours later, I was taking extra napkins to Table 3, when I saw my friends Janet and Jenna carrying what looked suspiciously like a plate of cupcakes up the steps to my work. I was standing at Table 3 with the napkins in hand when I exclaimed, "Oh My God!" I think the poor woman at the table thought I was having a seizure. She almost jumped out of the booth to perform CPR or some shit. Next thing I know, another rendition of Happy Birthday comes parading through the door with Janet, Jenna, Jordian, Justin, Ryan and Heather. This was awesome! I was getting recognition AND making a public spectacle of myself! <3 <3 <3
At 8:30 p.m., I got a beautiful vegatarian dinner prepared by my daughter, complete with a detailed menu of the repast.
A blooming onion, "Because of that time we had one at Coach's and loved it". That's where I started to cry again.
Grilled aubergine with olive oil and salish, "How the hell did you want me to fry the eggplant?"
Shut Up And Eat The Stuffed Tomato, "Don't give a fuck whether you want it or not - I had something like it in Greece."
And, Duh! Birthday Cake for dessert, "Mostly cause Dad wanted it,"
"Happy Birthday and shit," she said
That's my girl. At moments like these, I could not be more proud.
"I'm glad you're pro-life"
"Good job last night"
"Dad needs a blowie"
and "When I'm with my GF, I think of you"
The list goes on and on...
So, I have received love and best wishes (and pornographic suggestions) from my facebook friends, my family, my co-workers, my beloved children and even complete strangers who probably have criminal records and definitely have social phobias. It is a good day.
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