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If it were an Oscar speech, they'd have to start playing the music

So, what did I do to deserve such nice people? So many elements ensured that my for-real birthday on Sunday was a marathon of fun that I don't know where to start: Josh schemed to get pretty nearly every person I know in Boston to attend brunch at Fire & Ice (yes they do have brunch, featuring omelettes and pancakes big enough to use as comforters should you want to curl up for a nap after you gorge yourself). Notable online attendees were Girl-E, Girl-C and the inimitable Snowy, who gets a place in my personal Hall of Fame for flying all the way here for the party mentioned later. Many other mysterious and beloved non-website-having types were also present, much to my delight.

After eating two weeks' worth of food, we toddled off to the Aquarium, which Josh and I have been talking about doing since we moved here. I used to love the Aquarium as a kid and it's no different now: hello to the fishies! Hello to the octopus! Hello to the sea turtle and the moray eel! Well, you know about aquariums, and I am too tired to wax poetic about it right now. But aren't they great? Yes?

I'm ashamed to admit that there was a post-aquarium moment of doubt, where I feared that I couldn't possibly find the energy to go to Nikita's Karaoke Oscar Party. Oh how glad am I that I slapped on a silly dress, grabbed Josh, and dragged myself over there. As if it were not obvious at first glance that Nikita is a class act, consider the evidence: 1) invites total strangers over for Oscar fun. 2) Has not one, but two "Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!" posters in her kitchen. 3) Brings one of the total strangers a cake (with her name on it [spelled correctly])!!! I hope that puts that question to rest.

And this is not even counting all the love I have received from afar. The mailbox has been overflowing all week with cards, exciting packages, and all manner of special things. The Above and Beyond Award surely has to go to The Captain, which is no surprise, as she's great, but still. I mean, flowers! I never get flowers!

So. This whole thing has made me feel like the seventh birthday really is the lucky one - I mean here we have this last month, which has frankly been pretty crappy, and I was feeling rather cursed about the birthday. Partly because I could not plan the kind of shenanigans I ordinarily would for my control freak self, and partly because the last real birthday was similarly derailed by an unrelated life crisis, and so what is this, huh? Can't a girl get a break once every four years? And sure that's petty, but dammit I get excited about the real birthday. But then pretty much everybody that I know, and some that I don't, just charged in and made a better day than I could have custom-ordered, if such a thing were possible. I nominate each and every one of you as my fairy godmother. I need to bake you cupcakes or knit you sweaters or something, but for now I will have to settle for a dramatic and Oscar-worthy MWAH!

Posted by hilatron at March 1, 2004 10:13 PM | TrackBack