“Well, Pearatty also forgot my New York birthday, but she made it with half an hour left in my Arizona birthday, so I’m not sure how to score that.” (I’m kidding, of course, I totally know how to score that.)
“YES! You remember, Pi, forgot too!”
“Oh, I thought she was just messing with you?”
“NO! SHE FORGOT!”
“Well, that’s what happens when you don’t have a tournament and barbecues.”
Alceste was right, of course, this was the first birthday season in a long time when I didn’t inject my birthday into anyone else’s space. Obviously, my blog, facebook and twitterfeeds were littered with birthdaystravanzaness, but for the most part, I sent no reminder emails, texts or calls -well, there was one call, I’ll get to that later.
“I know. But my friend said he was coming down for a Yankees game the weekend after my birthday, so I was gonna do it then, but that didn’t happen.”
In recent years, I have near driven myself mad with the overscheduling of July. And last year, as I sat alone at a Cyclones game because my friend who was supposed to come down bailed, I decided to do things differently. (Same friend who bailed this year, now that I think about it.)
No more billion plans. One party, no muss, no fuss. I’m getting too old for the craziness. So that was the plan. No plan!
As it got closer to my birthday, I started to panic. I’m going to be sooo sad on Sunday! But then Pdov took me to the movies, I got to hang out.with my gaming partner AND Alceste totally planned my birthday brunch/movie day. I really did enjoy the non stressing of it all. It beat the shit out of lugging a 60 lb cake through Tribeca in the pouring rain for my birthday poker tournament last year. Oy.
After the movie, I figured I’d go teach my Chinese nephew to say my name, so I called Pi.
“What’s up?” I waited.
“Nothing, we’re going to Flushing to see Peih’s parents.”
I’m still waiting.
“DUUUUDDEEE! What’s today?”
“I don’t know? What’s today?”
I gave the phone to Alceste.while I hyperventilated. He laughed and refused to take it.
In the end, I ended up watching the Mets get a jump start on their post all star break sucking. And then went to visit my cemetary friends. There was a gravesite covered in mylar birthday balloons, that made me sad, but I brought cupcakes and wine and that cheered me up again. Shut it, I can quit whenever I want!
Sadly, or not so sadly, I had work in the morning, so I turned in early. I crawled into bed with the rest of my wine and watched Life of Brian till I fell asleep.
I had a craaaazzzzyyyy dream that I had an autographed Tom Brady helmet on my bar.
Yeah, that’s never gonna get old.
The next day the Jakes sent me a happy birthday text from Mitt Romney! (I think he’s running for Governor of Washington D.C. or something, I haven’t really been paying attention.)
I don’t know what else is in store for the next month of my birthday season, but so far it’s been mostly nothing but awesomeness. Mostly.