I have to say, yesterday was one of the most stressful birthdays I’ve ever had. Not the whole thing, I suppose, but I was up late the eve of my birthday, as you probably realized if you read this yesterday, so I was tired all day. Yun Shin took me to India’s Rasoi, an indian buffet, for lunch, which was a little weird in that I’ve never had indian food before. This is Indian indian not native american indian, in case you weren’t sure. It turned out to be ok and the mango custard was especially good. That wasn’t the bad part. I mean, I got to leave work early so I could pick up Hallie and get to the DMB concert. The bad part was that traffic sucked, even to get from the med school to Hilltop, and the car, which had just been in the shop that morning, decided to start shaking when we hit the jam that is always in front of the airport. I felt like I was in an E. coli shaker; those are machines that we put the bacterial cultures in so they can grow and get enough air. They’re rather violent, and just imagine sitting in a car that’s shaking while you’re waiting the interminable wait to get to the parking lot. Whoever designed Riverport’s lot should be shot. A pox on civil engineers… all of them except Billy and those who build bridges that stay intact during natural disasters. I was so afraid that the car was going to die any second. We took the toyota cause the saturn has a tendency to overheat when it’s idling and the toyota was supposed to be fixed… they replaced a defective spark plug but apparently new spark plugs have a tendency to work themselves out of the engine block or wherever they are, so we effectively drove to St. Charles on only three cylinders. Gaaah. Someone just give me a chrystler sebring convertible already.
The concert was great, thank God, and Hallie seemed genuinely happy to be there, so that part at least was fine. It wasn’t worth the hassle to get there and back though. The car died twice when we finally got to move out of the parking lot after waiting for a good 45 minutes without moving an inch. I ran over a beer bottle too. Stupid litterers.
To top it off, when I got home I finally got to read some of the second book I’ve been reading. Amazing that I didn’t read anything on my birthday except what I read before I went to bed the night before. It was so good I ended up finishing the last 30 or so pages. So I’m still tired. But the book was too good.
Thank God my grandparents are on the ball and sent me a b-day card with $20 bucks. I spent it on parking and food and a tshirt. It’s finally happened though; I had a birthday where I got no presents on my b-day. Not even a card. Ah well. I know I’m loved.