You startin to look old


It's my birthday today.

Today I'm 26 and I'm making a concerted effort not to be bummed out over getting older, which really shouldn't bum me out, because so far it's been a pretty fun ride. I'll tellya though, I'm glad that my grandmother refuses to call me when I'm in Canada (she thinks it will be somehow different from and more complicated than calling the U.S., and that she's too old to have to figure something like that out), because then I'd get the old, "So you're twenty-****. Don't you think it's time you had a boyfriend?"

I'm not really the kind of person to mope about my crappy dating life (no, seriously...I'm not, right?) but it does kind of suck to have a birthday so close to the Hallmark holiday where every time you step into a Shoppers Drug Mart you're assailed with signs telling you that your life is sad and empty because you have nobody to buy cheap plastic for (<--hm, you know, that is so the kind of clause I used to write in angry high school essays, in my millitant-dork days). Add to that a German Oma who is starting to wonder whether you're some sort of loveless freak, crappy cold weather, and an army of angry undergrads who hate you for how you marked their last problem set, and you've got yourself a depressing day.

When I was 21 I thought it would be fun to pass my best friend off as a suitor, banking on the fact that my grandmother has probably never met a homosexual in her life, but the old lady wasn't fooled. But I digress, for today is my birthday, and in 3 months I'm going to India, and i refuse to get bogged down in foolishness.

I also had a great weeked. On Friday, I went to see a really good play at my friend Kate's theater project . On Saturday, my friends Danielle and Vu tied the knot, and it was possibly the best wedding I ever went to. Fun fun fun. Lovely ceremony, awesome party. There was a live band , and people got their Lindy Hop on like crazy. There was a great wedding jam where we took turns stealing the bride and groom, and I got to dance with Vu twice during that, and I think I held my own, despite all the wine in me and my slidey shoes.
And, in a great special crossover episode of my two hobbies, I had a dance with the talented Miss Bedora , who can knit and purl and follow and lead. Bitchin'.

And look, I'm knitting, too.

Last Wednesday I went to Lettuce to replace some broken needles, but when they didn't have the ones I needed, I glanced at the wall o' Lamb's Pride and spotted this green goodness:


Yay for green! Green rocks. I don't know what I will make out of this. Oh,and I also grabbed the new Interweave. I think IK is the best knitting magazine out there. I've very excited to make...something in it.


Last night I went to church , and church is for socks:


Sermons at my church run anywhere from 20 to 40 minutes, but I still didn't get very far (they are cool with me knitting while they preach, btw. My friend Allison brings her sketchbook.) This pattern is going really slow, but I'm excited about it, plus at post-woship chit chat the other girls are all :"oooh, let me see!" (Unfortunately the cute boys are never that impressed by my sock.)

I also bought this on Sunday. Splurge splurge! Then I felt really guilty. Then my mom called to tell me to watch my mailbox in the next two days, which I think means that I am getting a birthday check. Now I will go for a birthday run.

Posted: Mon - February 7, 2005 at 09:23 AM        

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