The 40th year

Or is it the 41st?  I'm never quite clear on that. 

Regardless, things seem to be turning around from that week.  Several years back, I had a conversation with a high school friend in which she lamented that her youngest (her fourth) was no longer a baby.  She liked the babies, she explained, notsomuch on the kids.  Crazy talk, I think.  I thought the baby stage was dull but I love having kids.  Case in point:

We're in the car, I'm driving.  I idly mention to Paul that I'd like to relocate to San Diego so that I can work at Stone Brewery (first because I love some Arrogant Bastard Ale, and second because the label on that bottle still makes me laugh).  Max pipes up that Tucson is the best place to live.  I mention that under certain circumstances (meaning, Paul's untimely death) we'd be moving so that I could work at the AVMA headquarters, because circumstances would be such that I would want decent hours and I would need good benefits.  Max started yelling at me for scheming.  Scheming!  Julia, ever my defender, said that it was only a scheme if I was evil.  So they downgraded the whole thing from a scheme to a plan. 

Paul pointed out that he wasn't dead.  I said I just liked to be prepared in case of emergencies. 

They couldn't be more fun. 

We have an insanely busy few weeks coming up, including a huge festival for kids that Paul helps run, a really brief trip, and a conference for my boss so more work for me.  In the meantime I've found my personal dance card unusally full.  Friday is Paul's 41st birthday so we have our family celebration.  Saturday I have a Max's school mom-type thing, which is probably typical for most of you but highly - and let my stress HIGHLY - unusal for me.  And on Monday I have a little date for post-birthday drinks. 

This is so completely out of character for me that Paul had to double check that I meant the same week.  Same year.  Same century. 

In the meantime, I'm taking bets: At which event

1) Group event on Saturday at which I know some but not all of the people, or

2) solo event on Monday at which I've known the other woman online since pre-Max, and in-person about three years

will I make the bigger ass of myself? 

I say it's a toss up.  But, I say, fuck it.  I'm 40.  Introvert, meet the world.

 

Comments

[Ginny]

It's your 41st year, but no matter. I see you are reading "Possession" -- that's one of my favorite books! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

And I'm especially glad that you're getting to go to Max's "school mom-type thing" since you got cheated out of something like that previously.

Glad things are looking up for you!

[Joy]

I vote San Diego- you can write me a recommendation, so I can get a job at the San Diego Humane Society (or '''gasp I dream'''') San Diego Wild Animal Park. Or I could just be a beach bum. Or I could work at Stone with you and we could open that bar we talked about! Did I mention Sierra Nevada is opening a giant brewery/distribution center near my house? (hint hint)