on thursday, april 24th, i’ll be celebrating my birthday.
i’m not big on birthdays, especially since turning fifty, but since i was “officially” diagnosed with the big C last april, i feel it’s symbolic that i celebrate my life rather than deny it as i’ve done over the years.
even when my special friends from scrap bar would take me out for my birthday, i would insist it was more about scrap bar’s birthday.
scrap bar’s birthday is april 19th, 1986.
i made sure it was open so i could celebrate my 33rd birthday in my own bar and rejoiced in the fact that i would make it at least to jesus christ’s age.
i think all catholic males do that.
i’m not sure if male baptists and other protest-ant christians do.
maybe some of you folks out there could give me info on that and if christian women have a jesus mortality barometer like i seem to think men other than myself do.
needless to say, my first scrap bar birthday age plus scrap bar’s birthday age totals out like this;
33 jesus years old plus 22 years since scrap bar opened equals 55 years.
that’s me. 55 and still alive.
it seems there’s a lot of other april birthdays that i know of and i’m inviting any other april birthdays to join me here. i’ll give you champage. “almost champagne” here. it’s prosecco.
april people rule. those born in the last third of the month rule all the more.
if you can’t make it here, many happy returns to you nonetheless.
happy happy birthday. life is wonderful.