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Disneyland at 28

My birthday was almost two weeks ago, but things change when you get older. It takes a little more time and energy to get things accomplished.

That’s why pictures have been sitting in my camera for so long.

As previously mentioned, it’s a little bit hard to plan a gathering when Sunset Boulevard decides to hold festivals the same weekend as your birthday. It’s also tough to grab friends and family as they’re making that last minute summer vay-cay trip or shipping off a relative to college. So I decided to keep it relatively chill this year.

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I used my connections to snag complimentary tickets to Disneyland, grabbed a friend, and made a day out of it. (When I say day, I mean day: we rolled in right when the park opened at 8 and left sometime around 11 that night.) We took photos at the famed Picture Spots, posed with characters, screamed our heads off, and winded up the evening with the brand new “World of Color” (which is pretty much shown in near stop-motion here) and some fireworks:

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I may not have had a glamorous cocktail event this year, but at least I had fun.

Magical Thinking

It’s exactly a week from my birthday, and if I make it to that date, I will officially be exempt from membership for the 27 Club. (I know I’m not famous, but I like to play it safe.)

I kind of miss celebrating my birthday with people I’m not related to by blood. Unfortunately, the Sunset Strip Music Festival usually falls the same weekend I try to plan something, and most of my friends live in that general direction. Traffic is murder, and no one in their right mind would venture outside of their homes unless it was absolutely necessary. Gone are the days of picnics where people have to identify themselves with a nametag and I somehow require bandages on both knees:

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I’ll still be counting down the days, and will have a box of bandages at my side, just in case.

Happy Birthday, Jamison!

It’s Jamison’s birthday today. He’s getting a little bit fussier as he gets older, but when you come right down to it, so am I.

Jamison, as you may recall, is the one I refer to as the gay ex-husband. We spent many hours together working retail, and that’s solid material that will forge a bond with almost any person. Add in the apartment, working for Corporate America, and a never-ending debate over what makes for a good boyfriend and you’ve got a relationship that will probably include visits to each other’s retirement communities.

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He even helps assemble furniture!


Happy Birthday, Jamison! While we may not be young enough to do a martini crawl through WeHo anymore, I have to say that you’d be the first one I’d call if I found myself yearning for a drink over at East West.

Happy Birthday, Mr. Williams

Today is Jamison’s birthday. I feel lucky to be one of the few people he still invites to celebrate with on this special occasion.

This year he turns 32; a month after his birthday I’ll turn 27. When we first met, he was turning 25 and I was about to hit the big 2-0. Retail would bring us together, even though we worked on different floors (I worked in Women’s and he worked in Men’s).

I jokingly call him my gay ex-husband. In the two years where we shared an apartment, we did the following:
1. Dealt with each other’s body gases.
2. Slept in the same bed occasionally, but no sex.
3. Had petty fights over dumb things.
4. Long discussions about the state of things (mainly the people at work).
5. Impromptu cocktail parties with co-workers.

What I like best about Jamison is that he keeps me in check. If I need to be brought down a peg (or ladder), he’s the one who can do it without emotional grief.

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So Happy Birthday, Jamison. May you keep your smart assed mouth even after dementia kicks in. :)

Weekend Recap

It’s been a long time since a weekend has drained me so completely. I owe it to the amount of driving I had to do and the crazy summer-like weather.

I had cancelled my ukulele lesson for Saturday, which left me with a LOT of time on my hands. That’s fine, I can do laundry and watch the rest of The L Word.

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