El Heffe and I share the same birthday. So he wished me a happy birthday eve this morning.
“You’re way too damn happy about aging,” I wrote.
“I’m actually 15 in my head,” he wrote back.
“Well, in that case, you’re still older than me. I’m 7.”
It’s my outer child who keeps me going each day, I tell you. If I start acting my age, I wouldn’t like my life very much I don’t think. Heh.
Tomorrow is my 31st birthday. And I’ll be too busy to actually think about it all that much.
The Operation Jingle All the Way 2007 packages I have to pack up so Brandon can mail them tomorrow. The company Thanksgiving potluck during the day which I am now cooking for. And my happy hour gathering at night.
So I’m busy all the way through my the first year of the 30s. And I’m still alive, amazing isn’t it.
There have been a lot of firsts this past year.
The first time I pulled off managing a big event. And a first night in a nice hotel room in a very long time. (Have I told you I LOVE staying at nice hotels?)
The first time in our entire history that we have a room makeover in a sense.
The first night out partying in a legitimate LA club, and a late night partying in a very, very, very, VERY long time. (Thanks to Amy and my Girls!)
And the most significant first of all, this is the first birthday without my mom.
Let’s see what next year brings…
ETA: It’s 11 p.m. I’m tired as hell and I don’t want to go to bed yet. Perhaps I really don’t want to turn 31. Oh, and a shout out of happy birthday also to my twin sister from another life, Bua of the Island!