And then I get a call from Sue. And she points me to the stoney_bday comm. And I read Sue's timeline of our friendship and started crying. And laughed and cried over everyone's posts. I'm a simple girl: I feel uncomfortable asking for gifts, (Oh, I'll TAKE them! I just don't want to ask. Hee!), don't want it to seem like I have my hand out, EVER, and... Just overcome. My idea of a perfect birthday is just to have people remember it. Sounds simple, but considering I practically share a b-day with the psycho-hose-beast that is my mother, and also with my lovely Emily... I get pushed to the side a lot. B-days for me have almost always been tacked on to other parties, events, etc. So. Just people taking the time to tell ME happy birthday? GOLD.
(An aside to beadbeauty, a.k.a my big sister, yes, YOU were the only one that acknowledged my birthday when I was in the hospital delivering Emily. You win. Except for that random nurse that scored me a brownie at 3am in the maternity ward.)
Because Mr. S was going to be gone on my actual birth-date, he took me out for dinner on Friday night. (Aside #2 to somecandytalkin: he apparently had some whole night mapped out, so I am SO SORRY we didn't go to the art show together! More on that in a sec...) We went to one of my favorite restaurants, The Metropolitan - and for those of you living in the Dallas area? YOU MUST GO. 5 star chef. It's downtown in the Stone Gardens (heeeee!), suave, hip, and excellent. They have a signature cocktail: a clear cosmo. White cranberry vodka is the secret, and they float several slices of fresh strawberry on the top for garnish. Holy crap. DE-LISH. For the foodies: I can't stress enough how fantastic the food is: Mr. S had a rack of lamb that actually came merdium rare, per request. I had baked salmon with crawfish ettouffe on top. *drools*
After stuffing ourselves silly (with a chocolate torte for desert. GAH.) we headed down to my friend Mikki's art showing. This was a departure from her normal style, interesting, but not my normal fave, so we stayed long enough to see her, congratulate her, give a quick walk-through, and then head out. If you are into pop art, it would be just what you wanted. She had a MASSIVE bowl of pastel M&Ms (like, 4 feet across, 4 feet high?) in the entrance, and when you looked at the candies, they had stamped instead of M&M: Mikki Mallow. Cute. She re-created a bunch of candy labels, things like that. She works in acryllics and resin, and the final product looks like she used oil. Pretty cool, but I don't think I'm that hip to hang a Bubble Yum sign in my house. Her usual thing is more along the lines of a Rothko, so... Not much for me to check out. But she sold almost everything, so go Mikki! (We used to wait tables together years and years ago. I'm so proud of her!)
After we left the showing, Mr. S took me to a... bar. :-D We had fun. The kids were sleeping over at my folk's house, so I was able to OMG! SLEEP IN. Take my time. Go shopping for presents for the Em-meister. Then we all met up at the bowling alley for Em's b-day party, and Emily spanked us all. Slow and steady wins the race. Heeee! it took about four minutes for her ball to roll to the pins, but she got, like.... 4 strikes? 3 spares? And she didn't need the bumpers. CUTE! Second highest score? My autistic sister who KICKED ASS at bowling. She'd never been before, so that was pretty awesome. She yelled out "hooray!" as soon as the ball left her finger. HEEE! Considering that she has about 10 words to her vocabulary... That was exciting.
So back to Monday. And what a frickin' Monday it was. Got a call first thing in the morning from my BFF chrissykiedis, who was in San Diego visiting Edward Norton, I mean, her little brother, so that should have made everything perfect... Then the shit hit the fan with my BORED AND NEEDING TO GET THEIR ASSES BACK IN SCHOOL children. Ahem. Love you! GO TO SCHOOL. *cries* Just when it started getting to the low point (as in, 10:30am and I was still in my robe with teeth that needed brushing. <--SLOTH.) Sue calls. Then the mail comes. poshcat sent me a postcard, and nothing cheers me up more than an unexpected letter. POSH! I got a card from anelith. Anne, my daughter has hijacked my card. It has a cat holding a fish cake (real, not cartoon) and it's SO CUTE. Then a package came from Anne: the most gorgeous set of chopsticks! She said her purchase was inspired by my Ewan/Hayden fic, and I had a shakey smile for about 15 minutes. Anne, you mean SO much to me. *buys you EVERYTHING* They are so lovely: dark rosewood, intricately turned handles, and 8 sets!! PERFECT.
Ring at the door. FLOWERS! (Okay, for those that know me, THAT'S ALL I WANT. Okay, and a foot massage. But really! Flowers! Why didn't Mr. S think of them?? *cries a little*) GORGEOUS sun-shiney flowers from my sister, beadbeauty. She had called right in the middle of my pathos, and knew I needed them. Aren't they pretty?
Okay, this was taken on my cellphone, so it isn't the best, but they smell WONDERFUL. And the pot looks like an old, earthen stone hollowed out. (It's REALLY heavy, Tiff. I love it!)
And then the icons started rolling in! MEATWAD! ANCHORMAN!! And the links to funny!! And fics! And... it was an avalanche of love. It meant so much to me, and I can't thank you enough. I called my husband and told him about all the beautiful things y'all said, did, etc. and hit him with: MY "INTERNET FRIENDS" SAVED MY BIRTHDAY! Don't look down on my internet time anymore, okay? And he FINALLY GOT IT. We are FRIENDS. We care about each other. Even though most of us have never met, we LOVE EACH OTHER. And I am so very grateful for each one of you.
Oh! And DOVIL!!! HA HA! If you haven't read her snark or Obo-won/Annie (hee heeee!) fic over in stoney_bday you are MISSING OUT. Sue? You made me cry. In a totally good way, though. Vinnie? Gorgeous. I love you, too.
Now. Enough sappy shit. Go check out celebs_on_crack. I HAVE MY REASONS! Ahem. Heee!! I love you all.