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I'm not thirty yet but yesterday my girlfriend arranged a birthday party for me. I knew something was going on and I figured it was a party but I had no ideas about the details. Just that I imagined it was a party and I knew for sure I had to be back at our apartment by six o'clock so we could get to wherever we needed to go.
Around noon on Friday I got a call from my mother. She's been bothering my father forever about upgrading cars to something more fuel efficient. He finally got off his butt and worked out a deal with a local Toyota dealership for a Prius making her very happy. Anyway, she calls me up before this happens and asks me not to get mad at her which is something Michi does all the time and irritates me.
Mostly because I can't really ever seeing myself getting mad at either of these two women but whatever. I tell her I won't then she rambles about how she knows how independent I am and how that makes her so proud I've been self sufficient for so long but sometimes it's okay to accept help and gifts and I'm thinking... okay, does she know something I don't? Do I actually owe fifty grand on my student loans instead of a measley nine grand now?
Then she brings up the car upgrade and how her Volkswagen Passat is far nicer than my Saturn SC-Coupe. I agree and then she asks if I would mind them trading in my Saturn when she gets the Prius and then they would give me the Passat and transfer the title over to me as a birthday present.
Would I mind? Hell to the no was my response.
Friday she called me telling me that my dad was happy with the trade in price the dealership gave my Saturn and I just needed to go with them to the dealership to sign off on the title transfer and then the Passat would be mine. Well, after we go down to the DMV to sign off on more title paperwork but you get the deal. For the mildly curious here are pix of the two cars.
My Mom's far cooler Prius:
And my, new to me, hand me down Passat:
Due to me being so fabulously self sufficient, and poor because of that, I've never had anything close to a luxury vehicle. Which is what the Passat is. I'm theoretically supposed to fill it up with only premium gas because it's got a turbo charged engine. Whatever the fuck that means. But dude, this car is so much fun to drive. I'm sure I'll be speeding a lot more because of how easily it accelerates and so on.
But the party! It was great. Michi rented out part of Cicero's so we could have a private party and when we got there around thirty or forty of my friends were there and we stayed for about three hours drinking the night away. I knew Pip was going to give me something evil for a present because she was irked about me giving her all that Pepto Bismol after she got stuck in the hospital for appendicitis. She stuck me with the 25th Anniversary Edition of Dark Crystal which fucking creeps me out. Seriously! I hate that movie.
Everything about Dark Crystal is messed up. The Gelflings, those weird Bird Guys, just... ecch. Creepy. I might send the dvd to Pat. I have no desire to have it near me. Maybe I'll stick it in the freezer to keep it far from me. I also got a bunch of really great cds from people and a slew of gift cards and nifty t-shirts. My favorite cd I got is probably Tarja Turunen's solo album My Winter Storm which features a fabulous cover of Poison by Alice Cooper. I love Nightwish and have been meaning to buy her solo cd forever but never got around to it. But now I own it thanks to my friend Eric. Yay!
After a few hours of drinking and having fun Michi announces it's time for a field trip. We stowed my presents away in her Escape then wandered down to The Tivoli where she reserved one of the screening rooms for us to watch Doomsday in private. Which was so much fun. I think what made it the best was the fact we were all tipsy or fairly drunk and very much in the mood to riff the movie which is meant to be riffed since it's such a lovely Mad Max homage and since we had the theater room to ourselves we could do that without bothering anyone. Honestly, it was a really great time and I thank my gf so much for such a fun night.
When it comes to being thirty? Well, that happens officially on the 25th but it's strangely not been a big deal in my head. I don't feel older or depressed. I think that has a lot to do with finally figuring out what I want to do in terms of my work situation and having a contentment in my personal life even though the gf does get irritated with me a lot. Which I don't think I can blame her for. I'm fairly irritating. lol.
I'll leave this post with pictures of various t-shirts I was given at the party. They all rock enormously. I'm not sure which one is my favorite. I do like the last one because of the effect it had on Michi. She blinked and wanted to know why we were laughing then just a second later she goes, "Ohhhhh!" ::Huge Blush:: "That's bad!" lol.
So fucking cute. I do love her.
Around noon on Friday I got a call from my mother. She's been bothering my father forever about upgrading cars to something more fuel efficient. He finally got off his butt and worked out a deal with a local Toyota dealership for a Prius making her very happy. Anyway, she calls me up before this happens and asks me not to get mad at her which is something Michi does all the time and irritates me.
Mostly because I can't really ever seeing myself getting mad at either of these two women but whatever. I tell her I won't then she rambles about how she knows how independent I am and how that makes her so proud I've been self sufficient for so long but sometimes it's okay to accept help and gifts and I'm thinking... okay, does she know something I don't? Do I actually owe fifty grand on my student loans instead of a measley nine grand now?
Then she brings up the car upgrade and how her Volkswagen Passat is far nicer than my Saturn SC-Coupe. I agree and then she asks if I would mind them trading in my Saturn when she gets the Prius and then they would give me the Passat and transfer the title over to me as a birthday present.
Would I mind? Hell to the no was my response.
Friday she called me telling me that my dad was happy with the trade in price the dealership gave my Saturn and I just needed to go with them to the dealership to sign off on the title transfer and then the Passat would be mine. Well, after we go down to the DMV to sign off on more title paperwork but you get the deal. For the mildly curious here are pix of the two cars.
My Mom's far cooler Prius:
And my, new to me, hand me down Passat:
Due to me being so fabulously self sufficient, and poor because of that, I've never had anything close to a luxury vehicle. Which is what the Passat is. I'm theoretically supposed to fill it up with only premium gas because it's got a turbo charged engine. Whatever the fuck that means. But dude, this car is so much fun to drive. I'm sure I'll be speeding a lot more because of how easily it accelerates and so on.
But the party! It was great. Michi rented out part of Cicero's so we could have a private party and when we got there around thirty or forty of my friends were there and we stayed for about three hours drinking the night away. I knew Pip was going to give me something evil for a present because she was irked about me giving her all that Pepto Bismol after she got stuck in the hospital for appendicitis. She stuck me with the 25th Anniversary Edition of Dark Crystal which fucking creeps me out. Seriously! I hate that movie.
Everything about Dark Crystal is messed up. The Gelflings, those weird Bird Guys, just... ecch. Creepy. I might send the dvd to Pat. I have no desire to have it near me. Maybe I'll stick it in the freezer to keep it far from me. I also got a bunch of really great cds from people and a slew of gift cards and nifty t-shirts. My favorite cd I got is probably Tarja Turunen's solo album My Winter Storm which features a fabulous cover of Poison by Alice Cooper. I love Nightwish and have been meaning to buy her solo cd forever but never got around to it. But now I own it thanks to my friend Eric. Yay!
After a few hours of drinking and having fun Michi announces it's time for a field trip. We stowed my presents away in her Escape then wandered down to The Tivoli where she reserved one of the screening rooms for us to watch Doomsday in private. Which was so much fun. I think what made it the best was the fact we were all tipsy or fairly drunk and very much in the mood to riff the movie which is meant to be riffed since it's such a lovely Mad Max homage and since we had the theater room to ourselves we could do that without bothering anyone. Honestly, it was a really great time and I thank my gf so much for such a fun night.
When it comes to being thirty? Well, that happens officially on the 25th but it's strangely not been a big deal in my head. I don't feel older or depressed. I think that has a lot to do with finally figuring out what I want to do in terms of my work situation and having a contentment in my personal life even though the gf does get irritated with me a lot. Which I don't think I can blame her for. I'm fairly irritating. lol.
I'll leave this post with pictures of various t-shirts I was given at the party. They all rock enormously. I'm not sure which one is my favorite. I do like the last one because of the effect it had on Michi. She blinked and wanted to know why we were laughing then just a second later she goes, "Ohhhhh!" ::Huge Blush:: "That's bad!" lol.
So fucking cute. I do love her.
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My parents took me to see TDC when it came out. And I was five. Seriously, who would let a five-year-old see that movie? That movie should terrify little kids. Garthim? Yikes.
. . . Man, I love TDC. $9.99 for the DVD. Best bargain ever.
Happy Birthday :)
Sincerely, Allaine
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