antecoitus

It’s surreal, utterly dreamlike. I am not in my early 20’s anymore, not that there is something wrong with it; it’s just that I never thought it would happen to me. Yesterday I was watching a movie from 1995 with my boyfriend and I just blurted out ‘1995 does not feel like a decade ago, it feels like last year’. The 1990’s still seem close to me, I still feel 12. Eww. I know that’s tragic, stop squirming.

The turn into ‘Judy’s theory of when true mathematical adulthood starts’ was not at all bad. Last year it was the company Christmas party when I had my birthday, so I came late because I had to have a separate dinner that did not include at least 100 people cross eyed from one beer after another and definitely getting overly friendly. Last year, when they asked me how old I was and I answered 25, most of them said, “Wow, you’re a kid”. Even one manager jokingly shook my hand, greeted me with this big impish smile on his face and said “happy birthday, so finally you’re turning 12 huh?’ This year though, when I tell people I’m 26, they say: “Oh, I remember that age, that’s a wonderful age” or “26! My gyne used to say it’s the time when your body is most prepared for a child, something like you’re ovaries are definitely working for a good appraisal!”… where is my “you’re life is ahead of you, kid!” remark??? Don’t I even get… “want a lollipop?” Its weird that last year I hated how everyone was treating me like I just got baptized into real life and now I want to postpone knowing what being 4 years away from 30 is.

Oh, what the huut, I am now in my late 20’s officially and there’s nothing I can do about it, thank you very much. I wonder if there’s a membership card that gives me discount for massages. J

Here’s the rundown of the birthday.

Midnight. When 0000h struck, I was on a boat sailing on the river cutting Prague in half, along with 100 people from my company and a 1930’s theme, we were already tipsy enough to be the carbonated versions of ourselves. A surprise cake and a birthday song was given to me a little bit earlier than that with almost everyone singing (C’mon the party started at 6pm, imagine what 6 hours did to us. It really felt like some revelry of Santa’s elves and someone was distributing free Prozac.) There were several other versions of that song after that, from each group I passed or said hi to. So technically, this year holds the most number of birthday songs sung for me. I was given a bottle of red to finish, as if it was some sacred tradition and I finished half, so you can imagine how giddy I started to become. I can say though that even excluding the alcohol, because I anyway really make an effort to never get too drunk in company parties where they can use one stupid thing you don’t even remember doing as ammunition, I enjoyed the party extremely —- the dancing, the food, the people and the extremely cheerful atmosphere. I recognized that I have made some very good friends here whom I have consciously not acknowledged in my head, because they were anyway always there. It is something I didn’t realize because work sometimes gets in the way of knowing people more deeply, or perhaps it is the fact that I spent most of my time making love to the members of the MS Office package (spreadsheets, etc, just to make sure… heheJ)

Morning. I woke and W was already there. He apparently has been watching my post-REM self for a boring ten minutes, or maybe it wasn’t too boring for him.. I wonder what I was dreaming about :)). I opened my eyes and checked if I was drooling, I wasn’t fortunately, so I got my good morning birthday greeting from him ;), tea and the birthday gift. When I opened my mouth to say thank you, this really sexy voice came out, husky and low. He smiled. I smiled… and then I started coughing like a maniac. W ran to the kitchen to get me meds, and that wonderful herbal tea that makes coughing a little bit less like hell is being torn from your chest along with all of darkness’ steaming lava.

The whole day. Sick on my birthday, that was this year’s theme. I didn’t know if I was going to laugh or cry or laugh and cry and dance around invoking spirits to rid me of my woe. We were planning to go to that photo exhibit, have lunch at our favorite Italian place where the crew became good acquaintances of ours for the past year, buy that coat that I have kept my stingy self from buying since forever, have some sushi dinner and then party with some friends. I was thinking of doing something for some kids for my birthday before, but since I am on a project for the Catholic missions already, I figured that maybe I can have some selfish time with W for the birthday. Instead we ended up watching a couple of videos while he fed me with honey, lemon and tea and trip-less cough syrup. I had a very hot shower in the early afternoon, and then we went for food around 4pm. At the sushi place, we made up for lost… birthday time… laughing and talking about stupid stuff. (I taught him to thumb wrestle, so yeah I guess I did something productive that day). After the sushi place, I just bought a copy of the latest Harry Potter installment… and I was barking all over the bookstore like a dog in heat, that was when W came up behind me, kissed me on the cheek and said, “I beg you, go home and rest, we’re scaring people here.”

Throughout the day though, I was so happy to have received calls from my closest friends, sms, email messages. This year, I got really surprise messages and calls from people I thought would not even remember. My family has been phoning me continuously from two days before my birthday so I didn’t feel too lonely, I felt over greeted actually. Hehehe. That can never be a bad thing.

When we got home, I dressed up in my thickest pajamas and turned in early. W tucked me in and asked if I had a good day, I said… “It could not have been more perfect”… with that sultry rock-star voice.

(And I would like to thank everyone through this, I really don’t expect too much, but this is too much.. luxury… thanks!)

I write this now with a totally un-sexy voice, right now I just sound like a man fresh from circumcision. Hehe.

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