Another Birthday...

I've been requested to write about my birthday, which occured a little over a week ago. Quite honestly, I didn't want to think about it a whole lot; I was depressed about turning 27. B was quite sweet in helping me to deal with it, but it was pretty hopeless at the time, as I was so bummed.

B took me to dinner at West Bros. for some good ol' BBQ. She got me tickets to O in Vegas when we go next weekend, as well as sweet ass pair of shoes, that I love. She managed to cheer me up at that point, but I really had to push aside my feelings of inadequacy and failure in order to be in a better mood.

The next day was the Super Bowl, which allowed me to play host to many of my friends. While the outcome of the game wasn't as we had hoped, I always enjoy having company. B upped the ante on sweetness by showing up on my doorstep with a lighted birthday ice cream cake and leading my friends in a chorus of happy birthday. While the effects of a six-pack prevented me from throwing my arms around her, it couldn't stop the smile on my face.

I can't really explain why I felt so depressed (and while I continue to feel so if I think about my age). Deep down, I still feel like a kid: irresponsible and immature. I haven't really accomplished the things I wanted to by 27. Not that I know what those things are, but I feel like I'm so behind in things that I should have already done. I should be smarter, more mature, richer, have more credentials and accomplishments, etc. I'm currently at where I feel that I should have been 5 years ago, and that bums the shit out of me because I have nothing to show for those 5 years.

In addition, the age 27 holds some weird feelings for me as the people I idolized as a kid: Kurt Cobain, Jim Morrison, and Jimi Hendrix, all died at 27. Robert Johnson and Janis Joplin as well. Wikipedia states that "occasionally, this (27) is the ideal age to die." At one point in time, I bought into that. How messed up is that?

To those that sent cards and birthday wishes: thank you. They helped to cheer me up in what was, and still is, a speed bump in my life's journey.

Sunriver

So I promised drunken updates from Sunriver and failed to deliver on that promise. So here is a brief summary of the weekend:

Got drunk on Crown and effed up on Absinthe, smoked a cigar, passed out, had Leslie draw tits on my face, was awaken at 5am by drunken brothers in the hot tub, talked to the police about the loud, drunken brothers in the hot tub, and received a $250 disturbing the peace citation as the person in charge because of the loud, drunken brothers in the hot tub.

Quite a weekend. And the Monday after, I received a call from the rental company "thanking" us for trashing the house and informing me there would be some additional cleaning charges.

So while I spent the weekend putting out fires, there was no time to post. My apologies and I hope this makes up for it.