"I'm not the same boy I was before. But I've not changed my desires. I've not extinguished the fires. I haven't lost wide-eyed wonder. I haven't lost the stupid fear of thunder."
- Oingo Boingo, "Same Man I Was Before"
Birthdays are an odd thing. When you're a kid, they are officially the coolest day of the year. Birthdays beat Christmas, Easter, and Halloween hands down. And it's because your birthday was the one day of the year where everything was about you, but you didn't really know--or care--why. All you knew was that you got to take treats to school, eat cake, and get money from grandparents.
But somewhere along the line birthdays stop being that really cool, super special day that you look forward to all year long and end up being an "event" that you forget about until two days before it happens. The only exception to this rule is probably the grandiose 21st BIRTHDAY EXTRAVAGANZA, because once again, it's all about you. It's about you getting plastered, you singing Poison's "Every Rose Has Its Thorn" at the top of your lungs, and you waking up in the morning missing a shoe and having your pants half off for some reason.
So what happens the year after the 21st BIRTHDAY EXTRAVAGANZA? You turn 22. You still go out to the bars and you still get more than a little plastered, but it all just lacks the flair that your 21st had. For me, maybe it's just because I was in a different part of the country without the usual ragtag group of fun-loving people to surround my shananigans...whatever it was, it just wasn't quite the same. Who knows, maybe I'm getting too old for those shananigans? Probably not, but it's always a possibility...
I did find a new favorite bar hangout. And I did have my favorite type of cake baked for me by my favorite type of girlfriend (i.e. the baking type).
So. I'm 22. What now?
This Entry In Song:
The Killers - "When You Were Young"
Be Back Soon,
Shaky Jake
No comments:
Post a Comment