Found again

My motto
As I live and learn, is:

Dig and Be Dug
In Return

   —Langston Hughes

Also, I got a little older over the weekend. Not a lot, but just a smidge. That’s what happens when you celebrate the anniversary of your 29th birthday. I’m calling it “lyric aging.”

Once I Had a Love; It Was a Gas

One of the gifts I got for my birthday this weekend was the Wii version of the American Idol Karaoke game.

If you know me at all, you know that I died a little bit, in a good way, to have karaoke at home, privately, and some of my favorite songs.

I’m about halfway through a competition “season” of the game. So far I’ve done well, always been in the top groups, and I’ve even scored two prestigious “diamond record” ratings for singing two songs perfectly, much to Paula’s delight:

“Walkin’ on Sunshine” (Katrina and the Waves)
“Heart of Glass” (Blondie)

My real-life karaoke crowd-pleaser, “Tainted Love,” did not result in a diamond record despite the fact I have been practicing it in bars for about three years.

In any case, it makes me feel good to sing and then have people—digital people, yes—say nice things about it.

"Top Models Know How to Say Thank You" and other things my mother taught me.

In other words, a picture post from the birthday party:


Arden wore her purple Mizrahi party dress to suit the party’s theme.


Here’s my Republican friend doing her best Britney Spears.


There was a little man-near-man action.


Good times.


Here is my other Republican friend, the gay one. We used to call them “unicorns” until we realized they really existed!


She knows something you don’t.


CLEARLY up to no good!


Passing out.


Even Arden was pretty pooped.

Birthday

Today is my boyfriend’s birthday. He’s finally turning 30, which means, for a few short weeks, we’re the same age. He’s sad about it, but I figure he’s already so gray it doesn’t matter.

His consolation: a feast at Famous Dave’s.

If you don’t have Famous Dave’s where you are, I feel real bad for you. It’s delicious and amazing and surprisingly Minnesotan. When I discovered one here in the Valley, I nearly pooped with delight.

If you need me tonight, I’ll be holding my stomach and groaning. From overeating!