The day started with Os's birthday tribute at his place, followed by a multitude of sweet messages from you all and a barrage of birthday MySpace comments. I let my classes go for the day (who wants to teach on their birthday?) and Thesis Director took me out for lunch. I guest lectured in D-rock's graphic narrative class (went well) and headed home early to prepare for the evening. It takes a while to strap on the fake eyelashes, so I needed a running start on the primping.
Straightened hair, fake eyelashes, wicked makeup, and a camo t-shirt, jeans, and a pin-stripe jacket later I was ready to roll out. We all met up at Elise's house at 6:00 (Charles, G, Jeremy, Elise, Crystal, and myself), putzed around, and left about 7:00. We arrived at Pete's in the nick of time and met up with T., OtherFeminist, and her hubby. We had reservations for 15 and I think there were 12 of us total by the end of the night (Abby, Brendan, and Josie arrived late). The drinks were flowing hard and fast while we were at Pete's, and because I have fabulous friends, I bought none of my own drinks. After 1 vodka tonic, 2 cranberry and vodkas, 3 Jager bombs, and a shot of Grey Goose I was feeling GOOD. I'm happy to say I was called onto the stage for birthday celebratory embarrassment before I was too drunk to walk straight. The really kickass part is that my friends not only requested I be called on stage, they turned my name in as "Estella!" Yay! I got to do the chicken dance with 3 other girls and one visiting Australian guy. Good times were had by all. Abby brought an amazing cake. White cake, whipped cream frosting, decorated with strawberries and white chocolate scallops. Yuuuum. And the weirdest part of the night was running into a girl that one of my friends dated in high school. They later married and had a kid, and she recognized me from across the bar and chased me down for a hug in the bathroom.
Around 11:00 or 11:30 we changed locations, opting to check out The Beagle on Greenville Avenue for ass shaking. Fabulous ass shaking music, crowded dance floor, drinks flowing (a few offered by strangers), and I commodified G because he has great rhythm, he smelled nice, and he's the perfect height (the top of my head just rests under his chin for easy leaning and wiggling).
We eventually ditched The Beagle and hit up Taco Cabana before we dropped T. and Crystal off at their truck and made our way home. I took advantage of G. for some platonic snuggle-sleeping on the way home.
In addition to the merriment, my friends treated me with some amazing gifts--proof positive that this group knows me through and through. Elise had mentioned repeatedly that I would love her gift, and oddly enough that was everyone else's comment when I asked if they knew about the gift. Turns out, they were alllllll right. She got us floor seats to the Dixie Chicks concert at the American Airlines Center on December 5th!!! And since that's a class night, she already cleared it with Thesis Director. I screamed when she gave them to me, we hugged, and jumped while *squeeeee*ing.
When we got to Pete's, T. whipped out the gift from he and Crystal. Again, proof that they know me too well: they got me two of Paul Auster's books (Brooklyn Follies, and The Music of Chance) so I wouldn't have to spend my Amazon gift card on them, and because T. knows how much I adore T.S. Eliot--"The Waste Land" in particular--he got me a copy of Eliot's The Waste Land and Other Poems.
OtherFeminist remembered how much I love her prayer necklace and bought me a bright, shiny one of my very own. It's goooorrrrgeous, and I can't wait to wear it.
Unfortunately, I left my camera full of really embarrassing pictures at Elise's house, so you'll all have to wait a day or two for those.
Many of my birthdays have come and gone and been pretty painful. My younger years--especially high school--were spent wondering if my dad might take the time to call or send a card (and he didn't from the time I was 9 until he died when I was 18). Later I struggled through lots of lonely times when I had very few friends, we were spread out, or just not interested enough to really celebrate. The last few years have been spent mourning those I lost (grandparents, the ex). To have a big group with me yesterday was a tremendous boost.
While I've always had a wonderful group of friends, I feel like this group of us now is quite kindred. We're all book nerds (or nerdy in some other artistic way), we're close to each other, and we know each other very very well. It was an amazing feeling to have everyone with me last night and I can only hope for such wonderful birthdays in the future.
P.S. If you need my new cell # because I haven't e-mailed it to you yet, drop me a line! I upgraded to a raspberry pink (the color of my first car) Razr today!Listening: "The Long Way Around"...Dixie Chicks