23 years later
in honor of an ageless family tradition, i found it my responsibility today to visit a horoscope website. true facts:
1. i share my birthday with tommy lee jones, oliver stone, dan marino, and merlin olsen (whoa!!!), as well as two different prince harries.
2. i will be "torn between two plans this year," and i should not allow myself to "become a martyr."
3. are you "selfish enough to get in my way"? because if so i am supposed to question you.
today i turn 23. my 20s are 30% over. as my dad pointed out, 23 is a prime number, my first in four years and my last for another six. we contemplated this over the phone last night for five silent minutes, in what i believe is another family birthday tradition.
"lena turns 27 in december," said dad at length. "that's also a prime number."
"no it's not," i said. "it's three cubed."
"D'OH!!!!" emitted my dad, adding, "you still got it!" i really wish i was making this up.
midnight struck while i was DJing karaoke, which has become my steady wednesday night occupation; jared shut off the music and led everyone in a round of "happy birthday," and i was offered a shot of, i think, vodka and arsenic. three jack and cokes later, i received my first birthday present; someone had requested "american pie," but then rescinded after i vowed over the microphone that i would slash my eyeballs before putting that song in the dvd. also, somebody requested "jump around" by house of pain, and when it turned out we had it, he told me he "really respected what i was doing." i am arguably the best DJ in the entire city, if not world. my specialty is a sweet little mix i have called "michael jackson's 20 greatest hits." mostly i just play it on repeat.
i had another birthday first this afternoon, when i got my parents' gift in the mail: a "myron cope original terrible towel," some socks, a pretty dope sweater, and a note that read, cryptically, "all is forgiven." under that it said, "(health insurance $$)."
this is my first debt relief birthday present, and to be fair, i think i owe my parents somewhere in the low four figures for health insurance, so this is pretty major. thanks mom and dad! you guys are the best. right now i am also wearing all of the socks you gave me, because summer died in berlin yesterday.
the second draft, sadly, isn't done yet. i'm going home to work on it. thanks everyone who requested to get a copy--you will as soon as i'm done. the new draft is arguably the best DJ in the entire city, if not the world. the new draft is mostly the liner notes from "michael jackson's 20 greatest hits."
that's all i got. happy birthday! i am so old.
1. i share my birthday with tommy lee jones, oliver stone, dan marino, and merlin olsen (whoa!!!), as well as two different prince harries.
2. i will be "torn between two plans this year," and i should not allow myself to "become a martyr."
3. are you "selfish enough to get in my way"? because if so i am supposed to question you.
today i turn 23. my 20s are 30% over. as my dad pointed out, 23 is a prime number, my first in four years and my last for another six. we contemplated this over the phone last night for five silent minutes, in what i believe is another family birthday tradition.
"lena turns 27 in december," said dad at length. "that's also a prime number."
"no it's not," i said. "it's three cubed."
"D'OH!!!!" emitted my dad, adding, "you still got it!" i really wish i was making this up.
midnight struck while i was DJing karaoke, which has become my steady wednesday night occupation; jared shut off the music and led everyone in a round of "happy birthday," and i was offered a shot of, i think, vodka and arsenic. three jack and cokes later, i received my first birthday present; someone had requested "american pie," but then rescinded after i vowed over the microphone that i would slash my eyeballs before putting that song in the dvd. also, somebody requested "jump around" by house of pain, and when it turned out we had it, he told me he "really respected what i was doing." i am arguably the best DJ in the entire city, if not world. my specialty is a sweet little mix i have called "michael jackson's 20 greatest hits." mostly i just play it on repeat.
i had another birthday first this afternoon, when i got my parents' gift in the mail: a "myron cope original terrible towel," some socks, a pretty dope sweater, and a note that read, cryptically, "all is forgiven." under that it said, "(health insurance $$)."
this is my first debt relief birthday present, and to be fair, i think i owe my parents somewhere in the low four figures for health insurance, so this is pretty major. thanks mom and dad! you guys are the best. right now i am also wearing all of the socks you gave me, because summer died in berlin yesterday.
the second draft, sadly, isn't done yet. i'm going home to work on it. thanks everyone who requested to get a copy--you will as soon as i'm done. the new draft is arguably the best DJ in the entire city, if not the world. the new draft is mostly the liner notes from "michael jackson's 20 greatest hits."
that's all i got. happy birthday! i am so old.
posted by jesse at 8:00 AM
3 Comments:
happy birthday jesse!
i wish you were a karaoke dj in tokyo. actually, more than that i wish there were karaoke djs in tokyo instead of karaoke boxes. if there were djs i could make new friends by singing, instead of crying my way through each run of "no rain."
Don't even start with me on age. I'm turning a quarter century in November. Foccacia!
Are you getting Taste Implosion back together once you return to Boston?
Know what they have a good amount of here in Boston? Beer. Know what we should drink when you get back? Some of it.
abe
Jesse,
Be forewarned: that terrible towel really is terrible. I noticed when I packed it that it sheds yellowish lint all over everything. But it is de rigueur for Steelers fans, so I thought it would make a nice present. They do sell a recording of drunken sots moronically singing "Here we go... Pittsburgh's Going to the Superbowl" over and over - but considering your current employment situation, I thought we should spare you. Oh, and Dad says to tell you that a. he was joking when he said that about #27 and b. House of Pain is one of his favorites.
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