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Waking up and realizing I am 30 years old. I've officially joined the 30 club. I'm approaching the "hill" and in ten more years I'll be over the "hill". Then when I'm 50 I'll be in the valley (as my mom eloquently put it).
Kevin says, "Damn. Looks like your roaring twenties are over. Better start thinking about your 401k. Oh and marriage and children, start thinking about that shit too. Happy birthday."
Honey Crunch n Oats with Almond Milk.
Errands. Depositing a large sum of money into my bank account – that always feels good.
Banana. Peanut Butter and Strawberry Jam Sandwich. Baked Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.
At the Rec Center stretching and working out. Too many days have passed since the last time I did anything physically active. It's rejuvenating. Playing a few pick-up games on the basketball court.
Watermelon.
Ana picks me up and she treats me to dinner at Bahama Breeze. I picked it out cause I had this old $15 gift card that was given to me at Christmas. It's not the kind of restaurant we would normally go to but hey, it's my birthday, what does it matter. We share a Tilapia meal with Mashed Sweet Potatoes, Asparagus, Coconut Shrimp, and Yuca Fries. Outside on the patio we sit with a view of downtown Pembroke that over the past ten years has received a huge makeover via our tax dollars.
Back at the house. As Ana and I are walking up to the house I notice the lights are off in the kitchen – my first clue that something is up. Inside, I get blindsided with a "SURPRISE!" from everybody. They strung up purple streamers and blue balloons. On the table sits Ana's homemade Chocolate Yellow Cake with a big frosted purple heart. I blow out the "30" candles.
It's a nice mini gathering of friends. We all sit around consuming delicious cake and constantly bouncing the balloons around the room.
All I wanted for my birthday was one minute of silence and...it happened, well sort of...
Settling down upstairs – reconvening with Ana. I joke about how whenever I come to join her in bed she clamors onto me before I even have the chance to situate myself. "You're like a Venus fly trap," I say.
In the middle of the night I plan to sex her up, or let her do so to me, whichever be the case.
[i] All images by me.
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