Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Plus two.

On my birthday last week, I was greeted by a coworker with, “Happy birthday! What is it? 29?”

“27,” I replied.

“Oh,” she said with embarrassment before turning back to her computer to escape the awkwardness.

Sure, it bothers me that someone would say they think I’m two years older than I am. But what really bothers me is that I know people only wish you a Happy 29th when they think you’re much older than 29. It’s a tongue-in-cheek way to tell someone in their 30’s and 40’s they still look young.

This time it ended up saying I look fucking old.

Luckily, the rest of the birthday didn’t go as bad, especially since most of the rest of the day involved eating. Had some loaded waffles with my friend Iram, a pumpkin cheesecake with my coworkers, and a huge-ass dinner at Claim Jumpers with my parents.

I’m sure the five pounds I’ve probably gained from it all will get me well on my way to being wished a happy 39 next year.