We know we're getting old when the only thing we want for our birthday is not to be reminded of it.
I turned 40 on Saturday. I don't feel much different except for I now qualify for the life insurance that I keep seeing on the commercials. The day began fairly simple, homemade biscuits and gravy for dinner, and then I basically lounged for much of the day. Feeling perfectly content in my jammies and cuddled with my blanket, I was interrupted in the afternoon and asked if I wanted to go out to dinner. I did not really want to go, as I was content in my spot, but figured it would do my "old" bones some good to get out. After receiving the usual phone calls from loved ones wishing me a good day, I expected to go to dinner then come home back to my jammies and TV. Feeling rushed I finally got ready to go (keep in mind I am still with a walker and/or cane so nothing happens too quickly). We went to the usual place for dinner Mazatlan, I wanted to change the venue as I was not feeling Mexican that evening, but I was told that Lyle's parents were already there waiting to have dinner with us. Walking in I was told that we have a table in the back, of course we do, me and my cane would just love to hobble to the back of the restaurant. When I finally got there I was pleasantly surprised to see most my friends all there for a surprise party! It was great seeing everyone, but I think I was happiest to see my special friend "Robert" there to celebrate my birthday with me. Now I am not the type of person who likes attention drawn to me at all, but it was very nice to see everyone, and therefore I figured for one night I could let me guard down a bit. Although it was slightly uncomfortable it was worth it. I had a great dinner with my friends, and of course I had the privilege to wear the sombrero and everyone sang Happy Birthday to Panchita. After dinner we moved the party to Timbers (a local drinking hole) for more drinks and fun. While the ladies played pool and drank their share (and mine) of alcohol, the men sat around the table drinking beer, people watching and making fun of those who deserved it. I quietly sat and drank water the whole evening. I did not want to drink, and thought it may be best anyways since I am on medication and can barely walk as it is. I had a good time watching everyone and spending time with them. Although it is not nearly as fun being around those who are drinking when you are not drinking as well. As 10:00 rolled around I was more than ready to go home, stiff and sore from sitting, I wanted to get back in my jammies and enjoy the final hours of my birthday in my comfy spot. Thank you to all who participated in my birthday I had a great time!
