Well, since blogs are inherently self-indulgent, I need to talk about my birthday some more.
I’ve celebrated seven birthdays here in NYC. Seven. In Biblical terms, that number symbolizes perfection. Completeness.
2003 – I hadn’t started my blog yet. (And when I did start it, I would only call it an “online journal” for years.) I went with my friend Janine and her roommate, Alicia to a one-man show. They actually let me tag along because I was still very new to the city and hadn’t made a lot of friends and the plans were very last-minute.
2004 – Oh, how funny. This is the year I sent CoffeeMate Creamer to a co-worker via interoffice mail, for fun, and it leaked everywhere and I got in pretty big trouble, because it kinda sorta turned into an anthrax scare. I mean, I was freaking out at the time, but now it’s pretty amusing. Stupid thing to do: New York City; white, liquidy, vanilla-scented substance, unsealed, all over the mail. C’est la vie, people.
2005 – That was the year we watched Episode III and I came up with that joke, and I threw a Napoleon Dynammite party. That was a cool party, people. Remember the invitation? Bingo, prizes, cake. Good crowd. Thank goodness the party was close to where we held Stake Conference that evening. Party on a Saturday. Nice.
2006 – Man, that was my 30th. What a great year! I had a XXX birthday party. That’s the Roman numeral for 30, you pervs. We had pulled barbecue pork sandwiches, lemon-mint lemonade, several types of desserts, and quite a few people showed up to my studio apartment on Bennett Avenue. There were worksheets with a matching game as well as a crossword puzzle about me. I’ll have to scan that in one of these days. That was also the year I came out pretty openly about my love for spelling bees.
2007 – 31. Prime number. This birthday was pretty laid back. I mean, how else can you follow your 30th? It was definitely time to start mellowing out. That was the summer I started cycling more and would put 30-40 miles on my bike every weekend.
2008 – So, I didn’t throw a party this year, either, but this was the year Becky and I roadtripped to Charlotte, NC and this was the year I had a month’s worth of dates and this was the year I got my driver’s license and started the process for naturalization. 32 was a good year. 2 to the 5th power.
2009 – My 7th birthday here in the city. It’s been wonderful. I’m trying not to talk about things that would dampen the spirit of my birthday, but it really does feel like my experience here in New York City has come full circle.
I’ve made friends who feel like family. I’ve made family into some of my very best friends. It’s time to focus. It’s time to let ourselves feel every emotion that goes along with this process. It’s time to be present in every single moment. This is New York City, after all. I’ve been awake for every single second of it. You know what I mean.