It's mah birfday, it's mah birfday. Let's have a par-tay. A par-tay. Well... ok. Maybe not. We already celebrated. But I always like to take the day off and focus on myself and do what I want and not work. In the past I have spent the days with a friend or two, introspecting and planning the coming year. Maybe a motorcycle ride or several hours at the day spa. This year I spent it in my car with the boyfriend. I was showered with presents, but the best, was the present that has not appeared yet.
So the boyfriend jumps up early this morning and is getting ready to leave. I'm like, hey? where are you going? He has that glint in his eye, like he's up to something - and he is. I just don't know what yet. So he's out of the house and I'm hanging out, trying not to check my email, making coffee in the kitchen, reading in bed with a steamy cup o joe, when he arrives back.
I'm all ears. I'm wondering what is up. (But for once in my life, I'm not overly anxious to get showered with presents. I just want to see what's going to happen.) He has a not necessarily sad, but mixed look on his face. There were concerns because of the 80% chance of rain today that maybe I wouldn't want to do what he had planned. I was like - well, whatever. Then I found out what happened.
The boyfriend rented a Lotus (!!!!!) for the day and when he went in to pick it up there was bad news. Apparently, yesterday afternoon someone came in to rent the Lotus because he was considering buying one, and apparently dude considering the Lotus totaled it! And according to the rental guy, this is not an unusual experience, as this particular one had been crashed 3 times, although, he feared it was really totaled this time.
With a totaled Lotus and an 80% chance of rain the boyfriend gave me a rain check and we took Ingemar up to Mt Wilson to catch snowflakes on our tongues. (Oh and so I could make some phone calls too - because I have a fetish with the Mt. Wilson phone booth.)
Yay. Birthday H. Welcome to the Jesus year.