30 years

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Today, I can finally say that I haven't done something in 30 years. Namely, be in a womb.

This year, the powerful feeling I get around my birthday didn't come. It's too bad; you only turn thirty once. Tough times, I guess. I am not in a position to be as kingly and as confident as I usually am when the moon turns Scorpio (or whatever you call it). I suppose not having a job on your birthday helps. At least this year I was able to go away for my birthday like I tradionally used to do. In the last ten years I missed this opportunity only twice: last year I was broke, and five years ago, I very nearly broke my leg, and was homebound for a week and a half.

This year Rose and I went to Ste-Adèle, up north, to a bed-and-breakfast called "La Belle Idée". It was run by a small, attractive woman in her early 50s who only took over the place six months ago. That afternoon, we went to Rose's favourite restaurant (because I am no longer as picky about restaurants as I once was). I received my presents there: The World of Robert Jordan's 'The Wheel of Time' known among us in the know as simply "The Guide", and Savoureuses Expressions Québécoises, which will help me fully integrate the « joual québécois » into my spoken (but hopefully not written) French. Excellent gifts for one such as I. I was impressed on different levels. Later that evening, we saw the film "Ray" with Jamie Foxx. I definitely recommend it. We returned the next day, but since I was late returning the car, I still have it as of this writing.

It just occurred the me that I am now in the 30-something club. I'm in da club. And it's my birthday. Heh.

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At 4:13 am on November 8, 1974, I was born in Brockville, Ontario. I am the fifth of five children to my mother. Since then:

  • I have lived in one country.
  • And two provinces.
  • I am technically still in my third decade.
  • Although most would insist I am in my fourth.
  • When I was five, I found out what the real difference was between boys and girls. I pitied girls.
  • The only traditional birthday party I had when I was a kid happened when I was six.
  • My seventh birthday was on a Sunday.
  • I don't really like Crazy Eight's, but I will play it if I have to.
  • I was the first kid to be able to multiply easily by nine.
  • That's because I never forgot how easy it is to mulitply by ten.
  • Like multiplying by nine, multiplying by eleven is also easy.
  • In Grade six, I was a co-ringleader of a posse that once consisted of 12 members.
  • One day, in 1993, I had 13 beers that killled the chance I had to lose my virginity.
  • I have had sexual intercourse with exactly 14 women.
  • When I was 15, the average age of first sexual intercourse for American boys was 15.7. I knew I was going to be way above average on that one.
  • Sixteen Candles? Never saw it in its entirety until this year.
  • I left Brockville at the age of 17.
  • I shaved for the first time when I was eighteen. I didn't even really have to. Only this year do I need to shave as much as once a week.
  • When I was nineteen, I drank too much and didn't lose my virginity. My overalls (which I thought were cool at the time) somehow ended up around my ankles on the dance floor in Kingston.
  • There seemed to be no fewer than 20 attempts to lose my viriginity before I lost it at the age of
  • 21, just four days after my birthday. I even bought an abridged copy of The Joy of Sex so I would be "prepared". That may have been my best year.
  • The next February, I was at a Denny's in New Orleans with 22 other people when a drunk with a very large gun in a holster walks in and tells the manager to be careful about "them black folk", while patting "Ol' Betsy".
  • At the age of 23, I ended my first relationship. It may have changed me quite a bit.
  • I started the first day of my last job on November 24, 2003.
  • I used to say that your life should be in order by the age of twenty-five, but somewhere along the way that ceased being a priority.
  • 26 is the only number lodged directly between a perfect square and a perfect cube.
  • When I was 27, I said to someone "If I am still living like a student when I am 37, I'll kill myself.".
  • I wonder if I could fool myself into being more productive in a 28-hour day.
  • This past year, at 29, I have gained important people and lost relatively unimportant jobs.
  • 30 days, hath November.

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7 Comments

Happy birthday!

But I have to ask, overalls? Really? That's just wrong.

Great entry, Alston.
Happy Birthday. Welcome to Da Club.

I'll buy you a pint tonight...

Happy Happy Birthday! I loved my 30th birthday!

Happy Birthday! cool post - except for 30. you had me going until 30. wha, you couldn't think of something better than November?

Well, I'd say "Welcome to Da Club," but I just realized that I, myself, am no longer part of that club! I'll tell you a secret (not that I want to spoil your joy over being 30), 40 is wayyyyy better... Celebrate large!

Happy birthday, honeybear! You probably meant to say: "the sun is in scorpio". You look handsome and a tad rebel with your new hair today, I hope you post a picture.

Here's to 30, one of many even numbers! (Ok, I couldn't think of anything clever - and I tried.) Hope your day was absolutely wonderful and that the next year is another one you enjoy. Happy birthday (three days late, although 30 is divisible by 3)!

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