Today is my 25th birthday. I don’t feel old, I mostly feel like I stopped at about 23 and will always be somewhere around that age. I don’t think this is a bad thing.
I’ve tried the blog thing before a handful of times, scattered around different internet homes. What I really wanted was a way to remember my days but I would get hung up on trying to write interesting or witty or elegant things. I’ve realized I don’t care much about that, I just want a way to remember the next 25 years. Because it’s impossible to store all or even most of it in our brains.
It was a good day. Charlie and I lounged around on the couch, him working, me playing Myst. Didn’t take long to finish it this time around, although I cheated in a couple spots. We ate leftover pizza and went to play disc golf at Creve Coeur lake. Surprisingly hot, especially with a completely cloudless sky, probably high 80s. Disc golf was good, I scored bogeys+6, not awful. The lake is strange, no motor-powered boats are allowed so it’s mostly windsurfers and there’s a mile of beach – but there are No Swimming signs everywhere. We walked the 4 mile bike path around the lake and were surprised by how many people still rollerblade.
We debated whether there was enough time to go to the Scottish Arms for dinner or whether it would get in the way of monday night football. And this is the thing, where I never know which way of thinking is the more reasonable perspective. Is it OK to say it’s my birthday, things should go exactly as I want even though rationally it doesn’t really matter if we were to go tomorrow instead? Because to me the important thing is that we go, not that we make a huge deal out of my birthday. So if that is what matters to me, it’s stupid to make a fuss about what day it takes place.
At any rate we didn’t go, we were going to go to whole foods but noticed a mexican and then an indian place in a strip mall and decided to go to indian, since our local one had a kitchen fire and has been closed for months. Definitely a more complex menu than standard issue indian offerings, we had veggie korma with an assortment of soups/daals and this giant crepe thing stuffed with onions/semolina/who knows. All really good. Plus they let us substitute kheer for fried dough in syrup at no extra charge, although the kheer was kind of strange, with giant couscous/tapioca in it as well as regular rice.
Came back and watched monday night football at his place with some of the usual suspects, I went home and he went to get late night food. He reappeared later and worked, while I uninstalled unused programs from the oldest computer. A scintillating way to finish a birthday, I know. My red/pink/creamy yellow oncidium orchid just started flowering again, having flowered before in February. I guess I’m doing something right. It was a good day.
