. . . do you get it, too?
My birthday was actually pretty fine. We didn’t end up going to Karaoke (partly because the bar was SO smoky, and partly because no one would go with me–they have a hangup because I’m ugly and have the squeaky voice of a four-year-old elf, but that’s THEIR hangup), but we did drive to a park and picnic there to watch the DART train dart past every fifteen minutes or so just beyond where a group of kids were splashing in a pond/fountain. We had gone out to eat the day before, so we didn’t go crazy. Couldn’t have a cake* and the fam wouldn’t sing That Song. But I did get the cool video camera! Many embarrassing shots of them ensued. (Ha.)
* [The “diabetic-friendly” ones still have maltitol, which will make you, um, “go” A LOT. And can cause cramping. We decided they just weren’t worth the suffering afterward.]
And so MANY nice messages and comments arrived all day long from my friends here at LJ, on Facebook, and from all the e-mail mailing lists I’m on. There were almost too many to count (though I’ll be replying to them later tonight when I get to the comments section!) I even got a bunch of postal mail artworks, RAKs (Random Acts of Kindness) from the three rubber stamp arts mailing lists I’m on, which means I’d better get to stamping some thank-you notes. Y’all better bet I appreciate you. Thanks for hanging around to discuss all these disparate topics and offer support during the periods of whining.
But still, I have that post-birthday blues. I was planning to blow some of it off on the karaoke stage by introducing myself with “This is what [agebleep] looks like, unfortunately, so get used to it!!” and then going into GOD BLESS TEXAS. It’s best to start with something they can sing along with (for the refrain) so you get the listeners on your side. Maybe I’ll dig up someone to do it with on Saturday night. Unless the urge has passed!
Meantime, it wouldn’t hurt to practice piano for a while. You never know when you’ll run across a nice piano that’s unattended.