It’s not so bad having your birthday the week before Christmas. You almost always get some time off either that week or at least the week after. Plus, it kind of worked out for Jesus too.
I spent my week off doing the same things I did back in high school during winter break: staying in my pajamas most of the day and playing video games. Amy’s been kind of a gamer’s widow lately, but I’m pretty much out of my Fallout 3 coma now (still playing it though, on the PC now).
Age isn’t so much of a concern to me as long as I stay fit. It just takes more effort and consistency. Thirty-eight (my age now), that’s okay. Forty will be kind of a milestone though, in thought if not in substance. It’s just the idea of being a forty-year old game-obsessed pervert that will take some getting used to, since I don’t plan on changing by then. I’m adjusting well though.
Still, like the Queen/David Bowie song, there’s always pressure. Expectations, inertia, watching the seconds tick by. Knowing the state of the world and the people who inevitably run it. Releasing my kids into that world. Is it any wonder I vacation in a virtual wasteland where the irony makes more sense than the reality?
I half-considered taking a birthday suit picture for this update (no surprise to long-time reading friends I’m sure), but not right now – holiday stuffing and all that. The picture above is prettier anyways. You just can’t beat an upskirt shot with a mini-gun.
It’s been fun having the kids stay home on break, especially when Amy and I aren’t working. Ooseung likes doing Brazilian Jiu Jitsu with me. Sun Su likes chess, Stratego, and Battleship.
Amy and I went out by ourselves on my birthday. It’s been our couples tradition.
As Amy scooted next to me in the softly lit Thai restaurant, the waittress noted the empty side of the booth and asked, “How many will there be?”
“Just us.”
Inevitably and comfortably so.
Ee day da,
Ee day da,
That’s okay.
