So gay and fancy-free

'Sup nerdlingers. Today's my birthday. I'm 35. I'm an old lady. An ooooold lady. I'm now in the 35-49 age bracket on surveys. That is depressing! I honestly was taking a lot of surveys leading up to this day so I could deny my own mortality just a little bit longer. I still get carded though. Sometimes I don't have my ID on me, and then I don't drink. Which is crazy, because I'm OLD! Look at me. I feel 50.

Remind me to tell you about the time I went to Flannery's and for whatever reason they had a guy working the door who was convinced that my drivers license was fake, and therefore he refused to let me in. This was a bar where I was a regular, and me being, like, probably 31 at the time. And the door guy was showing my ID off to people in the bar (people who looked to be about 17) being all, "Hahaha, she thinks people would believe she's 31! Next time she gets a fake ID, she needs to be more realistic!" It was horrible. I mean, I was a REGULAR at this bar. And finally one of the bartenders (known for reasons beyond explanation as The Gay) saw what was happening, bless his heart, and cursed the guy out and let me in, thank God. That was a nightmare. All I wanted was drinking and dancing and my friends, which are my favorite things ever.

I've had other experiences like this and it's the worst feeling in the world. People trying to tell you that you aren't who you actually are. Hope I never get my identity stolen else I go on a murder spree. Hey, why am I talking about this when it is a time of CELEBRATION because it is my BIRTHDAY!!!

Dudes, check this out. It's my birthday and I got a job. A JOB. Oh yes. I got a job but I'm not going to tell you where because it's EXCITING and SEXY. AND on top of that, the Kings won. What a fabulous time to be alive.

Tonight we went to karaoke and my brother and his girlfriend were there, and they gave me a giant vat of amaretto and a bottle of sour mix. It's like they KNOW me! I also sang and they indulged me in a fourth song even though I would not normally have gotted it, because it is my birthday and I am special. People sang me birthday songs and gave me things, complete strangers, and it was lovely. What did I sing? Oh yes.

• "David Watts" (the Jam version)
• "Different Drum" (Stone Poneys version)
• "One Vision" (Queen, my first song after midnight!)
• "Desperate but Not Serious" (Adam Ant)

My voice is shot. And I'm already super sick to begin with. I didn't tell you I was sick, right? Well I am! That's what's been keeping me away from here for so long. That and the job interviews, because it makes perfect sense that as soon as you fall horribly ill, people want you to come in and dazzle them with perfection. And/or put you through 5-1/2 hour interviews that involve extensive quizzes and writing tests. Oh my Lord. More on that later. Or, perhaps, never.

I have nothing else to say at the moment other than happy birthday to me. Yeah.

Posted by Kim at December 22, 2004 03:17 AM | Etc. | Musics