Well, Friday marked my 36th trip around the Big Giant Ball of Incandescent Gas.
I was asked what I wanted for my birthday, but I couldn’t ask for the things I really want:
I want someone to look at me like that want to be around me. That glint in their eye. You see it whenever 2 people who really love each other are together.
I want someone to be around someone who rearranges their day to be with me.
I want to be someone’s boyfriend. I want to be someone’s husband, even someone’s father.
I want to make sure my parents are comfortable and happy for the rest of their lives. I want my mom and dad to be healthy, wealthy and wise for all of time.
I want my brother and his wife to have beautiful children and beautiful lives.
I want all my family to have nothing but good times and prosperity.
I want my friends to live and achieve their most fantastic dreams.
I got shorts, a slushee maker (like one of those Magic Bullet things), dinner at Fishbone’s and a trip to a Tigers game on Wednesday instead. I guess I just want things I can’t have.
I also got a reminder that 36 trips is closer to the “old” than the “young”. I went bike riding on Thursday night around Kensington, and ended up wearing my ass raw and being blown around the lake with 30mph gusts. What used to take me 25 to 35 minutes to complete now takes me 45-55 minutes. I’m old and fat now, I guess. My best time around Kensington was 19 minutes… which I completed just before a Thunderstorm rolled in. I got my bike in the back of the truck, closed the door and the skies opened up… and I wasn’t even winded. Is it too late to recover my body to that level again? I hope not. I really didn’t even know how good of shape I was in…
Oh yeah: the Sopranos finale was genius. Nothing concrete happened (haw haw). It’s left open ended, but you’re given the sense that the family will go on as usual, struggling to survive. Nothing different, really.