Whiskey on the Rocks

n the eve of my birthday the kid asked me if I was happy. I wasn't all that thrilled. I miss the folks back home, I miss her and I'm still not completely used to living alone. And that incurable itch due to credit card bills refuses to go away.

On most birthdays, I'm a happy person and the day feels rather special. Today I didn't feel any different. Perhaps because the numbskulls in my car pool forgot, or because I've been here 25 times already. I felt a little better when a friend remembered, and I was taken to lunch and made to eat dick shaped ice-cream. I may get over my shyness and post some pictures of me cupping the balls. I finally got hold of the pics, they're up!

Still, I was thinking about the mundane-ness of the day when it hit me as hard as a right upper hook : I was sober. Yesterday, now and potentially all day today. This is the first birthday in 5 years I haven't welcomed with shots and unrestrained drinking. Plans for me getting wasted on Saturday night were made last fortnight, but being a corporate whore has now put a dampener on weekday celebrations.

So that's it then. I'm not feeling old, fat or poor. I feel sober. And if that's still a new, uneasy feeling  I don't see myself getting old anytime soon. Booya.

I think I'll fix myself a drink. No drink on weekdays/no drinking alone be damned.