39

April 30, 2008

You may have heard a piercing, high-pitched wail coming from San Diego yesterday; it was just me, turning 39 years old.

39

Sigh.

Yes, 39. But I don’t feel a day over 37. Just kidding.

Actually, I really do feel younger than my 39 years. I feel somewhere close to 32 or 33.

I still wear black converse low tops and wacky t-shirts; blue jeans are my primary pants (does anyone really say blue jeans anymore?). I carry a book bag that has buttons on it– one shows the B-52s, another is a felt patch that says “Wenis.” I have a sort of faux-mullet-haircut (courtesy of that other Peter Pan, Eduardo).

Will I ever grow up?

So how did I spend my birthday yesterday?

I taught my classes and had office hours — at two campuses. Then I drove back to the first campus through rush-hour traffic to go to a Student Reading (part of our Literary Arts Festival). A definite highlight was my buddy Jess, who read a piece titled “The Chemical”– Jess and I read together at the Photobooth Reading (and will be doing it again in June). The other standouts, were, of course, my two students who read their poems.

When I finally got home about 9:30 pm Ted was waiting with champagne, raspberries, and a WW Chocolate Cheesecake he had made himself! What a stud, eh?

We watched American Idol on our brand new WIDESCREEN television (little David Archuletta now looks like a 40 foot Robot).

Natch we voted about a zillion times for David Cook.

And Natch, I bought myself a birthday present:

This AWESOME Calendar from a 1974 beauty parlor (from equally awesome Etsy seller Loubelledejour).

Makes turning 39 just a little easier, no?

**thank you to all who called, texted, myspaced and facebooked me to wish me happy day (that means you felicia, david, jason, jason, jason–I know a lot of jasons, kevin, james, peter, janel, heather and peyton, wendy, syd, laura, drew, my sisters Andrea and Allyson).