My birthday came and went last week and unfortunately, it was spent feeling horribly sick. Yup, I was stuck in bed ALL DAY thanks to the unusally warm-weather / cold-weather roulette we’ve been playing this winter. To boot, we’re so not getting a white Christmas at all and it kinda sucks because I couldn’t get into the holiday season to begin with and now it’s gonna be even harder.
I did have surprisingly awful and wonderful experiences so far which proved to be eye-opening and, dare I say, enlightening. I’ve already been surprised a few times. For example, my first birthday phone call was my ex-Boss, Eric who’s been more of a father to me than my own Dad who chose not to call me this year. When I call him I’m sure the excuse will be either a) I was working b) Oh yeah, I forgot. You’re how old, baby girl? c) I lost your phone number (nevermind that I’ve given to him a hundred times and he always manages to lose it until I call him first. Second, was a Christmas card from some unexpected people including my other former Boss. It was a cute card, too with a very lovely little secret “just-between-us” message inside which totally shocked the crap out of me. I loved it. Seems like I didn’t get into the Christmas card giving this year, either. Read my previous bah-humbug article noting my disenchantment with the whole season to know what the hell I’m talking about. But…I did manage to scrounge a little fun out of it (again from an unexpected place). Here’s the result:
I think if it weren’t for a PhotoBooth, I wouldn’t have ended up having as much fun as I eventually ended up having. Somehow, it was a crazy icebreaker and set the stage for my moment of madness. The funny part is that everybody always assumes that I’m some insane extrovert. Although I would admit to being outgoing most of the time, I do have my shy side and I’m not always as eager to make a fool of myself as I seem to let on. I’m actually, very much a wallflower especially in overly festive settings because I like to play ‘safe’. The steady way may not be the way to play all the time, but it works for me. I have a way of obscuring myself quite cleverly–but nevermind that. I ended up putting on my dancing shoes and doing my best impersonation of a Dancing Queen later on in the evening all while sneaking away to blow myself up to two Russians and scarfing down a decent dinner. By the way, the cheesecake was divine…
Don’t you wish you were me…The Mighty Flea?