Contrary to any rumors you may have heard, I have not been taking a sabbatical from Diaryland to form a highly ironic pop band called "Rich Bich" under the name "Spammy Davis, Jr." and begun work on our first album "At Least We'll Always Have Paris (and Nicky)".
That has not happened. Though it should. It really should.
No, one of the many things I've been doing lately is completing another orbit of the sun on grand old Spaceship Earth. Yes, you've got it. I had a birthday over the weekend. It was my thirty-eighth, as a matter of fact.
Mrs. Geek and I decided to have a few friends over on Sunday to celebrate. It was a decidedly low-key affair. We had just over half a dozen people in attendance. One couple brought a large veggie tray. Another brought a very delicious chocolate cake with cream cheese frosting. I made cheese fondue, a bagna couda, and opened a few bottles of red wine from the late 1990s. It was generally a very good natured affair, and I can't think of a better way to celebrate... except for the hangover. A combination of poor hydration over the weekend and a little overindulgence meant that I was a wreck by Monday morning.
I find myself wishing that I had some wisdom to offer regarding the previous year. I suppose that the biggest thing on my mind regards children. Mrs. Geek and I are starting to have conversation about when we want to have children. I keep thinking that if a child of mine was born tomorrow, I would be in my 50's while my child was passing through adolescence and high school. I would be nearing retirement age when my child graduated from college.
My own father was almost 35 when I was born. My parents would probably say that "older parents are better parents" and that is true. My Mom would also remind me of how I came home once from high school and remarked on how one of my female classmates shared clothes with her mother thirty-something year-old mother (which given the mini-skirts this girl wore, well I hope the results weren't ugly) and how my parents were "older" than that.
Still, I'm not done yet. I'm sure that Mrs. Geek and I will manage somehow. I'm not having a mid-life crisis... because I just stopped being a student and started being a real adult with a real job just about six years ago. That should hold off thoughts about mid-life mortality for a few years, right?
on 2006-12-14 at 4:47 p.m.
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