Siddity In The City

Hippo Birdie Two Ewes!!

That was the message on the birthday card sent me by TDMM, along with a copy of this, a box of this, and a bottle of this. And a hippo birdie it's been. I was all prepared to be depressed and pissy and down and lonely on my birthday, I really was. I had the booze, I had a lonesome plan, I practiced drunken lonely "moments" a la Renee Zellweger in the opening scene of Bridget Jones. Okay, not really, but I was ready for this day to suck. * And then, well, it didn't. It really, really didn't. My coworkers surprised me yesterday with cupcakes. That made me a little weepy on the inside, since nobody's ever surprised me for my birthday before, and the last time I was able to get more than 3 people together for it at once was, well, um....it might have been college, or when I was four. One of those. So that was a very cool three minutes. And I got the package from TDMM. She's so sassy. And then I woke up this morning and had the nicest birthday wishes in my inbox from y'all, and that made me weepy a little for real, since nobody was around and I didn't have to try to be manly. And then I went to the gym and came home to find a big old box of Godivas in a bag dangling from my doorknob, a gift from another coworker/neighbor. And then I went to Turning Heads Day Spa (218 Lenox, at the corner of Lenox and 121st, 1, 2, 3 or 9 at 116th or 125th) for a day o' beauty. I had a facial given by their aesthetician Tracy, who put me completely at ease, gave me a lovely facial, and gave me recommendations for good sushi joints, and we all know how much I loved that. I'll be visiting her once a month, methinks. Dekar, my hair stylist, tried his damnedest to cheer me up, the dear. It worked, because a) that man can do a mean blowout, (witness) sans Dominican torture or price-gouging tactics of those who shall not be named, and b) he went out and bought me a piece of cake. *sniff* Lucy, the nail guru, gave me a perfect french manicure and a lovely, mildly slutty red pedicure that was slightly ruined by the boots I had to tromp home in, alas. But it's still pretty cute if you don't look too closely at it, no? And then I headed home, made a pit stop at the licky mart for some VC, and at Ruby Foo's for sushi. And then I arranged all of my spoils on the counter and took a picture of 'em. And now I am partaking. As you may have guessed, at this point: I feel pretty, oh so pretty, I feel pretty and tipsy and liiiiiight (in the wallet) ...and so thankful that so many people I don't even really know took time out of their days to make mine a bit brighter. Thanks, you guys. *sniff* And later I might go out with a friend from grad school for a teeny bit of debauchery. This is the bestest birthday evar. Hic. *I went a little bit crazy in the self-bought gifts department, as this is the first year I have been truly gainfully employed, not in school or grad school, or temping or some such terrible shit. I thought I'd be all lonely and bored. And I just got a raise. So, not counting the spa day, I've gotten myself a fancy immersion blender, a pair of Shasta approved Shure E2cs, a 6.5 inch santoku knife, and a grip of CDs. But the CDs were for Baby, because she asked really nicely, so they don't count, right? And I showed excellent restraint by not buying the JBL OnStage, designer iPod case from Aneta Genova, nor the hothothot "Lover" John Fluevog boots. See? I'm doing really well!

posted by Sid @ 2/03/2005 08:08:00 PM