My birthday has come and went. Well if you want to be all technical and shit, it's actually happening right at this moment - given if you want to play the 24 hours from the time you were born crap. I was born sometime in the chilly evening of December 3, 1976. As my mom will tell you, I was born late. No surprise there. The due date was some two weeks prior but apparently I liked the snuggle factor inside the womb. So what, I like to snuggle!
Anyhow, this year's born day was fine. I didn't get all wild like those of birthdays past. It was definitely low key. I slept off and on all day thanks to the fact that I wasn't feeling all that well - thanks flu shot! Since getting up on the late side, that didn't leave much time for a formal bday dinner. Woods and I ended up at Fatburger. Yum. We needed something quick since we had to get over to REDCAT for Joey Arias.
Arias With A Twist was the perfect birthday gift - even tho the crowd was considerably lackluster. Yawn. It was a sea of old bitties and Silverlake queens. The old bitties were obviously shocked at the risque nature of the show, while the Silverlake queens only seemed to be there to be "seen". At least that is how it all came off to old cynical me.
The show itself was phenomenal. I was short of breath! Joey Arias has always been one of my favorite performers, and this show was a true love letter to him. Basil Twist's fantastic puppetry/imagery was mind-blowing. I felt like a kid again wondering in my mind with obscured and, sometimes, matured fantasies. I loved every minute of it. I hope that they do take it up to San Fran so I could get my mom up there to see it. I imagine she would definitely love as much as I do/did. And for an added bonus on my birthday, I snagged an Arias With A Twist t-shirt and soundtrack. Twerk!
The night ended with a workout at the gym. Nothing sordid, just a strict focus of hardcore exercise. It was lower body Thursday. Fun. There was something in the air that didn't pull me into the cruise mode. I think I had too much on my mind - it probably had something to do with the calm(er) evening.
On the drive home, I did my best to place all of my thoughts together. It seemed that everything I was going over in my head was goal related, or habit changing. Insert broken record comment here. I like treat birthdays as a wakeup call, but to be honest, isn't everyday a birthday?
Anyhow (2), I want to list the few things that I would like to work on over the next year. Some of them may seem to be silly and mundane to you, but they are serious to me. This is a crucial time in my life, and I need to make the most of it, so here goes...
01. Make sure I am making the most of the day (no more bullshitting)
02. Allow enough time to complete tasks (i.e. gym, cleaning, etc.)
03. Limit the clutter, and keep the house/rooms presentable (thank you Clean House - I love my Niecy Nash)
04. Follow up with fuckbuds/tricks (stop beating around the bush, so to speak)
There was one I originally wrote for the list above, but upon reviewing it, I came to the conclusion that can't help myself when dealing with stupid cunts out in public. It went something like this... "05. Try not to get into fisticuffs (talking shit to stupid people at bars)". But you know what, I don't seek out this type of conflict, it just happens when some idiot acts up in front of me. I have always tried too keep my cool, but at some point you just have to say what you have to say. It's my nature. Now.
All in all, it was a good birthday. My most favorite thing is being able to have someone I can count on. And that person is Woods. Without him, life would be not worth living. And I am happy I was able to spend my birthday with him. And Joey Arias. And Basil Twist. And with my thoughts. And working out at the gym. And having Tequila at 12:01am on December 3rd. And eating late at Bossa Nova. And living my life in Los Angeles. The list could go on and on... but I'll shush my pie hole there.
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