centre of the universe - the dreaming: Post-Ministry

10/05/2004: "Post-Ministry" I'm *pretty* sure I was the only 7 1/2 months-pregnant woman at the Ministry concert last night. It was a great concert. Well, the first band was...um...interesting. The second band kind of sucked, and Ministry was very, VERY fine. I'm disappointed that I can't go to the KMFDM concert coming up, but Mike says the club it's at is one of the smokiest he's ever been in, and I can't handle smoke. Even if I could, I wouldn't want to, at the moment.

Things have a way of falling apart, don't they? Call it what you will; fate, entropy, or the Term of Your Choosing.

The Captain is very excited to be turning five on Thursday. He has been telling us over and over again that he's "almost five". I remember how exciting it was when I was a kid - I remember my Aunt asking me what it was going to feel like to be a double-digit...and later, a teenager. I'm quite sure I came up with some smartass reply, but I'm pretty sure I was sleepless the night before my 10th birthday. I can't say the same about my 13th; but I remember 10.

For my 2nd birthday, I planted my face in the middle of my Raggedy Ann cake.

My father spread two huge tarps out and covered the front lawn for my 8th birthday. He had a 5lb bag of peanuts he tossed out into the air, and our job was to recover as many as possible. I don't remember what our prize was, but I do remember that was the year there was still snow in our back yard.

On my 13th birthday, I got a Chubby Checker record from my mother. And a Muppet Show collection from my grandmother. And a card from my father that said "Happy 12th birthday!"

On my 16th birthday, my mother insisted on buying a flat of beer for me and for my guests. I hated beer. Didn't drink. But my friends thought it was cool. I don't know what *their* folks thought of it, though. My father sent me 16 long stemmed red roses and a gold charm for the charm bracelet he'd bought for me when I was born.

For my 19th birthday, my mother took me out to the pub, got three sheets to the wind herself, and my gift that year was an answering machine. And as many drinks as I could handle, which wasn't any since a) I was driving; b) I didn't drink, especially around my mother; c) my boyfriend at the time was there and he was an asshole whom I didn't trust at the best of times. I got a blank answering machine tape and a Rod Stewart tape from him for my birthday that year. Wrapped in a McDonald's fries packet. I worked at McDonald's that summer. He thought the wrapping 'paper' was funny. I thought he was a jerk. Apparently he hadn't noticed that I came home miserable every day and dreaded working there every morning. Or he didn't care, which is a more reasonable explanation.

I got myself a cat (Leviathan) for my 20th birthday.

I'm beginning to see why the younger birthdays cause so much more excitement.

The day I turned 25, my father asked me, "how does it feel to be a quarter of a century old?" and he grinned. I grinned back and said, "twice as good as it must feel to be half a century old". I was more impressed with my quick math skills than I was with my quick wit.

The past few birthdays have caused almost as much excitement as those younger ones, partly because The Captain gets so excited, and partly because Mike has this incredible talent of always being able to pick out the most perfect gift. My friends often come all the way from Away for my birthdays, which means an awful lot to me. My father comes from Away as well. The gifts I get are always thoughtful and unique, which I love, and I am fortunate to have so many people to remember me (even if it *is* because I remind them, with an air of excitement and goofy anticipation) on my birthday.

Thanks, guys.

"Fallout" "mini-hiatus"

3 Comments

Noah , on Tuesday, 5th October:

Actually, there was a group of 4 other pregnant women at the front of the "mosh pit" with me. There were all really hardcore and into the PCP. Didn't I tell you?

cenobyte , on Tuesday, 5th October:

I don't know. You might have. It was more than five minutes ago. Perhaps you pointed them out and I just assumed it was your harem/entourage/entertainment for the evening.

Wasn't that 'pit' a little light on the mosh side and a little heavy on the mush side?

Noah , on Tuesday, 5th October:

Yeah, it wasn't much of a pit at all. No blood, no broken anything, not even a bruise. Hell, I was even wearing my sandles in there and my feet aren't even sore.
I guess the day of the mosh pit has passed.
:(

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