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Happy Birthday to Me
August 25, 2009 11:35 PM
ou know what Monday was? My twenty-eighth birthday.
Yes, I've now been imposing my presence on the world for almost three decades. Damn, I'm old. So I didn't go out to a bar and get rip-roarin' drunk or anything. I'll do that later. Instead, my lovely girlfriend took me out to dinner and got me some very nice and very useful gifts.
What did she get me? Well, this might sound lame, but she got me a letter opener. I've been sort of wanting one for the office for a while, but haven't bought one because I hadn't seen one that was appropriately cool. Last time chelsadilla and I went to the Overture Center, though, we looked in their little gift shop area, and I saw a really nice one carved out of wood--ebony, to be specific. But I wasn't ready to pull the trigger on it then. So chelsadilla got that for me, and it's really awesome. It's appropriately sharp and sleek, but it's made out of wood, so it's vaguely anachronistic. I really like it. Also, apparently my quest to find a dagger I could use as a letter opener at the Renaissance Festival caused chelsadilla to have a minor heart attack.
The other thing she got me was much more practical: a car charger for my Blackberry. I sometimes drive to new places for my job, and I use Google maps on the phone, which drains the battery and sometimes leaves me unable to call or e-mail. No longer! This is another thing that I'm going to get a lot of use out of but which I was unlikely to buy myself, which I think is one hallmark of a great present.
Then we went to dinner at the downtown Tutto Pasta (read: the one that doesn't suck). Dinner was awesome, and it was nice to go on a date.
Then we came home and just sort of chilled.
Between dinner with chelsadilla, the gifts, all the happy birthdays I got (I seriously got more than I have in a long time), and the weekend at the Renaissance Festival, it was a great birthday. Even if it means I'm now in my mid-late twenties, which is scarily close to my late-late twenties.


4 Comments














Things you need but will never buy yourself are indeed the best sort of gift.
Happy belated birthday!
Can we get an action shot of the letter opener? I mean, it's not a dagger, but it's so much better than a dagger, and your audience needs to know that!
"thing that I'm going to get a lot of use out of but which I was unlikely to buy myself, which I think is one hallmark of a great present."
totally true!
Belated happy birthday!!
Happy birthday. Another year closer to 30.