Skinny is off to America for 3 (and a half) weeks. And as happy as I am for her (she'll be off gallavanting and having a grand old time in the US of A, probably becoming very nationalist while she's there and expressing her newfound staunch Englishness in many silly ways (whilst chomping on American 'candy')) I'm sad that she won't be there on Tuesday.
I have two kinds of friends: the kind of friends who are so stupendously busy that it's difficult to schedule time in with them and the kind of friends who drop everything for you. At times each of my friends falls into one of these categories. And I'm cool with that. But Skinny has tended to be the latter and I can't remember the last birthday I celebrated without her.
Hmm. It might have been my sixteenth. Was she there on my eighteenth? Gah! Anyway...
Regardless, there'll be a little pang in my heart on Tuesday. There'll be a little pang for everyone who isn't here with me... not because I wish you were (you all have things to do, important things that I get) but because it will remind me how much I miss you.
Still, I'll have Toni. Now I really cannot remember the last birthday I didn't celebrate with her. God, I'm old.
For someone who pretends not to care about their birthday, I sure do keep rambling on about it. But everyone else keeps bringing it up, I swear!
Okay, I have a serious question that I meant to ask... is it weird to go to a gig on your own? This is not a hint for someone to offer to come with me. Generally I'm cool with doing things on my own (going to films, hanging in cafes, shopping etc.) but this kind of scares me. Maybe I should add it to my 52 Things list???
What do you guys reckon? Suggestions and opinions would be appreciated!