My Gift

I had a good birthday.

I ended up happy at the end of the day.

A couple of reasons why:

1. I actually went out and got myself a gift. Something I hadn't done in years. Instead of hoping that someone else would get me what I want, I got what I want. It felt great.

2. We had a great show. The kind where we all crack each other up, and feel like a group that loves each other once again. I personally also had what I thought was a good show. Both of those aspects really, truly helped.

The show is such a source of everything for me right now. When it isn't going well, I am in the crapper. When it is going well, I float along all week thinking about the great moments, and anticipating the next show. I just wish we were getting bigger crowds. It would both make the show that much more fun, and get us the door amount the owner of the theater expects us to earn.

Other than that my birthday was good. I mean even without those things, I had a good day. I went to lunch with a friend, and sat up late a couple of nights just drinking and talking with BM. We talked about divorce, and sex, and spirituality, and philosophy, and interior design. They were good talks. That is the nice part of roommates.