Today I celebrate the day of my escape from the womb. I would like to thank my parents, T and Barney, for allowing such a thing to occur. On a fine, summer evening in 1987…okay, I won’t go there. Regardless, dry your tears, parents, I know it’s a grand day for you both. Forget the other two, I’m kind of a big deal.
(I apologize in advance for the poor resolution of these photos. We are dealing with the late 80s here.)
One this, the day of my birth, I get to be the princess diva.
On this, the day of my birth, I will have my cake and eat it too.
On this, the day of my birth, I will do what I want, GRANDMA. It’s my birthday, and I’ll cry if I want to.
On this, the day of my birth, I shall toast to life and the people who have made it fabulous.
I don’t typically care much about my birthday, but the evening in store makes me care. My aunt and cousin are coming in from Mora (AKA Minneapolis because recognize that word better) in about an hour. I have no idea what we’re doing to start, but we’re going downtown tonight for dinner at the HoDo, one of my favorite Fargo spots. After, we’re going to see Adam Pascal (Roger from the original RENT) perform at the theater. I’ve seen RENT five times (six if you count my college’s production), but I’ve never seen an original cast member perform. It shall be beyond exciting.
That’s all I have for today. I’ll try for a regular posting again tomorrow.
A message for all: It’s my birthday, so you have to have a fantastic day! ❤