This was supposed to be a Wii post.
A Wii? Yes, a Wii. We were Wii’d for Christmas by 2 of our dearest friends. A truly unexpected, and magnificently generous gift- so much so that both The Missus and I have been stunned and haven’t taken it out of it’s box yet. “The White Elephant in the Living Room” my Wife calls it. She capitalizes words, I can hear it. I do too, I wonder if she can hear it when I do?
Anyhow, it’s a wonderful gift (we assume, not having had the courage to try plugging it in yet) and will doubtless provide Sam and us with hours of frustration and sore elbows/wrists…
But the truth is, I can’t quite focus on Wii things, but rather- on January 12th, I will turn 34.
Thirty-Four years old, this coming Monday. Holy Shit, for reals? This Monday?
“My birthday is in a couple weeks, right?” I ask my Wife this morning. She rolls her eyes at me.
“It’s on Monday. Today is the 8th, it’ in Four Days,” she says, capitalizing some words verbally.
I haven’t always been much of a Birthday guy in the past. For years, and I don’t know why, I mostly shunned the attention that Birthday’s bring. Maybe quiet drinks (usually getting rowdy after a few) with friends, maybe a nice dinner. We did a shindig thing for my 30th, and that was nice. Don’t recall doing anything particularly interesting (or not) for my 31st- oh! We went out for Ethiopian food w/ two other couples. 32nd was a big one- we had a bunch of friends over and told them all to bring “exciting” Potato Chips, and beer. A lot of Kettle Chips flavors were sampled and a LOT of really good beer was consumed. (man, Brennan really brought the A-Game in beer selection that year, didn’t he?).
Last year was quiet, just an intimate dinner with the other January Babies- me and Chris and Shelby and Bri (w/ Chris and My own non-Jan wives- and Sam, of course) and that was pretty kickass.
This year, I want to spend my Birthday with ALL of my friends- obviously that isn’t logistically (or financially) possible. A lot of people aren’t local/have lives/don’t like me very much/we can’t afford to host another party.
NEXT year, when I hit that solid in-the-middle 35, NEXT year, there will be a Party of some kind. Mebbe we’ll descend, en masse, upon Ernie’s Taco House again. Or someplace else (is there someplace else?).
34 years old (almost). I have a swell Family. Some really dear friends, Good People. I have a job- bonus- and I even have some time to work on what I want to be doing- which is Writing.
Also, but then, I bet we’ll have hooked up the Wii and leaned how to use them fancy little nunchuks.