NaNoWriNO Day 26
Topic: My Birthday
On Thanksgiving Day in 1981, a very pregnant Mexican woman (along with her feathered-haired Caucasian husband) stumbled into a hospital, and gave birth to a baby girl. They looked at her and said, “What do we call this amazing gift to humanity?” They named her Jen and Tonic.
Fast forward 31 years. Today is my birthday.
When I think about being alive for 31 years, it kind of blows my mind. I mean, I’m older than some modern day inventions:
- Windows operating system
- Apple Macintosh
- Disposable cameras
- Digital cellular phones
- Viagra (I’m older than dinosaur boners!)
- High-def television
- HTTP and HTML
- Disposable contact lenses
Basically, I’m farting dust these days.
There’s so much pressure to “go big or go home” on your birthday. Everyone wants to know what huge party you’re throwing for yourself, or what bar you’ll be going to with your friends to commemorate the day. These types of events usually end with whiskey on my breath, and crying while “Cat’s in the Cradle” plays on the jukebox.
So what should I do this year? I know 31 is a stupid age, but I should still try and celebrate it in some way.
Getting a makeover?
Watching a local dance performance?
Oh, who am I kidding? Here’s what I most likely be doing tonight:
I guess I should thank my mom and dad for making me. Yuck.