I'm another year older and I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. Well, that's half true, I have too many things I want to be when I grow up, its silly. Pictured above are some of my favorite gifts related to this blog my friends and family gave me. Not pictured is the Barnes and Noble gift card I also received, but wasn't skilled enough to hold for the picture. Excuse the shirt, you'll have to read the message backward because I'm not crafty enough to flip it around.
So far, I have spent my birthday being almost assaulted and spending more money on myself than intended. That's typically for 20 somethings right? I got up early and made myself cute to renew my driver's license. Because I have not changed my address on my license since I graduated college (for two reasons I am lazy and one of my best friends still lives in that apartment) I did not receive my renewal reminder. Luckily, my boyfriend got his the other day and it reminded me. I had the day off work so it wasn't that big of an inconvenience. Strolling into the municipal building, there was a woman ahead of me carrying several bags and wearing a...rather revealing outfit. I hesitate to state it that way because if fitted properly I don't think the outfit would have normally been revealing. But in any case, her shorts were a size too small or just too short to begin with and they rode extremely high up her backside.
There was a moment when I was trailing her into the building and trying not to notice the more than half exposed bottom of hers that I thought, "should I tell her that her shorts are riding up or is that impolite." I decided it was impossible for the lady not to know the situation going on behind her and concluded perhaps, she didn't care. So I carried on to the DMV. She seemed to be going in the same direction and at one point I was making my way past her. I glance briefly at her as happens when you past people walking or perhaps I looked out of sheer curiosity. Either way I soon found I needed to throw up my arms in defense.
Maybe the woman was having a rough morning and didn't enjoy the attention of others (review wardrobe choices), or maybe she was having a bad hair day. Either way when I was passing her she took the arm closest to me holding several bags and swung it towards me. She then proceeded to yell at me and tell me I smell like alcohol and more obscenities. In turn, I told her she was crazy (reflecting back now never tell a crazy person they are crazy, it promotes craziness). I increased my walking speed and turned into the DMV glad to be rid of her.
Naturally, she was going to the DMV too. She swaggered in, dumped her bags into an empty chair and moved to the back of the line directly behind me. Like any seasoned city person I ignored her hoping her crazy wouldn't fare up again. Wishful thinking. I felt her lean in touch the back of my hair, and take in a good sniff. When I turned around and told her not to touch me she started in again with the comments of me smelling like alcohol. Now, while I admit I like a good glass of wine, I typically only drink after noon. It was only 9:45am at this point so I had to refute her claims. Luckily, I didn't have to stand in front of her too long before I was able to be called to a counter and complete what I had came there to do.
Not the way I planned on starting my morning. But I made up for it with some retail therapy. And although I had a gift card for the store I went to I still had to hand over more of my own cash than I intended to give up today. Yet, when it's your birthday, its makes for a great excuse to indulge in the things that make you happy.
The rest of the day should go much better. I plan on drinking the rest of my coffee out of my new mug/over sized teacup (see above pic), taking my pup to the dog beach, and dinner with some great friends tonight. And right before bed I hope to pick out some books to spend my gift card on. If you have any suggestions send them my way.
Thanks everyone for tuning into "Write Now" and making my birthday a day to remember.