HAPPY BIRTHDAY
It is June 18th now, a birthday I share with my father and Paul McCartney. I'm going to NY later today to see my dad, and Lauren King called me at exactly midnight to wish me a happy birthday and tell me that she loves me.
This is the first time I've ever had a place I work recognize my birthday too. A guy in the office made me a cake and left it here for me to find, along with a card everyone signed. I'm very popular right now because I helped us through a horrifying two days where our computers were down. They also gave me a $25 gift certificate to Cool River, though I don't know when I'll use it, and I know it was promotional and that they didn't have to spend anything on it, but it's the thought that counts.
I even had a guest overhear me telling one of the guys that works in the restaurant that the cake was mine and he was welcome to have some. The guest called me at 12:03 to wish me a happy birthday. It was so exciting. I have never had this kind of attention since I have a summer birthday. I never had big parties in school because all of my friends were on vacation or at camp. My 18th birthday I had to work alone from open to close at the candy store I worked at. It was only tolerable because I inflated "Happy Birthday" balloons for myself and Lauren sent flowers to me at work. Afterwards we went to Dreamers and bought adult videos, just because I could.
So Lauren rocks. She's promised to call me several times today to make up for all of the other people who have forgotten, but already most of the people I expect to remember have done so.
Hooray for a good birthday! Hooray for shopping in NYC and going to see Avenue Q. This will be a great
2 comments:
Hey Corley, it's Tracey!
HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
If it makes you feel any better, I have a valentine's day birthday, and that one can REALLY suck if you're even slightly bitter about the whole relationship game. There's a whole lot of "why-me"ing that gets involved -- probably nothing you'd want to hear!
I hope you're hanging in there in Austin. Ya know, instead of moving to Dallas, I think you should just start anew and move to some very exciting place where you can dream up a glamorous yet satisfying life for yourself. Corley in Paris. Corley in New York. Corley in New Orleans, even. Corley in Prague.
But all the same, I do wish you luck.
AND A HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Love, Tracey
Ha! I knew I wasn't the only fag. I mean, fan. Happy birthday, sweetheart!
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