This past weekend my dad celebrated his 57th birthday. Since we are so close to Mt. Vernon these days it seemed like a great opportunity to visit the Southern part of the state. It was a nice and slow weekend of relaxation and games….and Tequillas, my very most favorite restaurant. On our way down we stopped for dinner in Indy with Bryana, Brittany and Jace, which was a real treat!
I don’t write like I used to; both my style and my ardor have changed over the last few years. Maybe all of those essays and analyses on feminism in Alfred Hitchcock films finally got the best of me. But today the fervor (however fleeting) is back and the pressing thought in mind is my passing 23rd birthday.
Yesterday I fell out of the terrible two’s and into the big “2-3″. I have no idea why “2-3″ sounds like “3-0,” echoing in return a loud “4-5,” and then resounding finally with a “your-dead,” but it really does have a ring to it. Unfortunately, I began my birthday with the work day. Not just any workday…but a Monday workday. Mon-day (noun): The painfully sharp and jagged bookend that exterminates the 2 day grouping eight-to-fivers live for; the weekend. At least this Murderous Monday birthday will only recur every 7 years.
After the long workday I picked up Jason-face and we headed home. First things, first: I opened my presents. I got several new articles of clothing, gift cards, candy (including my fave: Milky Way Mini’s, which are so much better than Milky Way Fun Size), etc. Then it was time for Jason presents! I LOVE Jason presents! The first thing I opened was a plushy tomato-shaped straight pin holder, accompanied by a few straight pins and some stray threadsâ€¦interesting. Jase joked that it was a voodoo doll for our giant pumpkin tomato out front. I love his humor.
Next, I open a personalized Itunes gift card. Following, I opened another Itunes gift card. (I guess I had been complaining a lot about not having anything new to listen to. Second to last, I received a monster cord for my Ipod so now I can finally listen to MP3’s
in my car and retire my many CD’s of yesteryear!
Last but definitely not least, I tore off the wrapping paper of my final gift to reveal a pink, cloth item with a Purdue print. At first I thought Jase had bought me Purdue jammies with the hope that maybe I’d return his stolen (and much more comfortable) collection of pajama pants. But no, the article of clothing wasn’t a pair of pants at all, it was a shirt that looked unmistakably like a doctor’s scrub top. As I looked closer I noticed there wasn’t a sizing tag or laundry label. This shirt was handmade! So Jason made me a shirt. I knowâ€¦WOW, right? And it looks incredible, the stitching is perfect. He has put my sewing skills to shame. And while he thinks that he has simply made me a top for my birthday he has actually secured the position of family-costume-maker for the next twenty-something Halloweens, and what a gift that is!
The night ended with dinner at Olive Garden, followed by an impromptu visit from our friends; the Hillams and the Taylors. The Hillams came bearing yummy chocolate and the Taylors made a wonderful cake which we all gladly ate as we made conversation. It was a good night.
Stay tuned for pictures of THE Shirt.