Sabotage

i know everybody wants to know how the b-boys was. it was awesome. like awesome, in the true sense of the word. it's hard to absorb a show like that in one sitting. great show, great fun, and i loved to hang out with my brother for a couple of days.

i hate to sound like a bitch, but sometimes i can't help it. i had asked a few people to get together with me at stage 9 last night for a beer, you know, maybe in honour of my birthday. is it lame to initiate your own birthday festivities? I suppose it is, a little but since i was out of town for the day of, i thought i could keep it simple by arranging a place to meet with the people who get me through the years. i mean 30 is supposed to be one for the books, right? i know, i know, it was a weeknight, and my plane was late getting in, and none of us have any money. but man, that is SO not the point. i don't want drinks, i don't want presents.... i was just hoping for a couple of hours of presence.

To the people that did put in appearance, i hope you know how much that means to me. to those who didn't, i hope you know that your absence feels kinda like a bad bee sting.

I'll get over this bitter pissed off sentiment in a few days and maybe then i will delete this post. but right now, i feel a little shafted. it's not like you get the chance to do you birthday over again. perhaps i am being too childish about the whole notion of the celebration in the first place.

i did have a great bday and i am lucky to have great pals. so thanks for making that happen, all y'all.

as usual, no conclusion to this post. just me, running off down the street - late for another appointment no doubt.