Thursday, August 18, 2005

40 is the new 30


My birthday is Sunday. I haven't really been relishing the approach of this one. My sisters both tell me life begins at 40, and god knows, Travis got her groove back this year. Nonetheless, I've been in cringe mode.

So yesterday I got carded for cigarettes. I wanted to lunge across the counter and give the clerk a big sloppy wet kiss.

Then at the Dinosaur Jr. show last night, P scored us prime backstage viewing spots. We're waiting for the band to go on, and this guy is sort of skulking around giving me and P the eye. Wouldn't you know he's the bassist.

Maybe it's not so bad afterall. That's where I'm at today.

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