9.18.2002

[thank-you for the rollick] :: My birthday party was an absolute blast. A dream for me, really, considering that I spent the previous night awake worrying that nobody would come, and then much of the day running around for work, then heading out to SF to get the rocker hair cut off before the festivities. But when I ordered that first gin & tonic, dropped 36 songs into the jukebox, and the first two guests showed up simultaneously, I knew things would be more than alright.

The place got pretty crowded in the back of the bar, and we had the complimentary drinks flowing and the different groups of friends mingling happily with each other, and I got presents and a cake and lots of hugs and smiles. I think the happiest I've been this year was when the candles were lit and the whole room was singing a loud "Happy Birthday" to me.

A special thanks to Guyball for playing chaffeur, and Miss Rodeo America for making the entire thing happen. And thank-you to all the folks that came, it was the time of my life, really.

Happy Birthday To Me!: My gift to myself? Insomnia! Time to try that sleep thing again.

P.S. Come to my party.

I Feel Evil: I quit the bakery today. Actually, I knew yesterday when I walked out that it would be the last I'd see of that place, for I had already learned my lesson: weekends lounging around the house, driving up the coast, or invading suburban thrift stores with Miss Rodeo America were vitale to my personality. Working my ass off week after week, although padding my finances, were stripping any shimmer of leisure away and replacing it with tired feet. I needed out.

Of course, the bakery is closing at the end of the month, and the company isn't offering me any sort of staying bonus since I've only worked there a couple months, so I'm only really missing out on two weekends. Since they felt they didn't owe me anything, I felt I didn't owe them back. When I called my boss today to let her know yesterday was my final day, I was surprised when she yelled at me and then un-invited me from the end-of-the-bakery party. Huh. Sometimes, you just don't know how people are going to react, even though it wasn't personal, and I wasn't even rude...just honest.

I still felt bad though, that little bug of human nature which makes people feel uber-responsible for everything they do acted up, even though I know I should be clear of all guilt. It took a couple hours of familiar weblogs and 1980's English guitar pop to rid me of this feeling, and now I'm better. Bon riddance, boulangerie.

MP3 of the week: J Church were a favorite band of mine during my early college years, and I always like their cover songs as much as, if not more than, the originals. Here they rock a 70's era Nick Lowe tune quite well.