You genuflected outside the gothic cathedral
the day after I got officially old.
My nose was running and cold and
I turned from the great grey edifice
to see the only familiar face
for miles. On that face,
the expression I tried to capture:
irreverent yet strangely penitent,
maybe just tired from walking
or overwhelmed by unfamiliar vowels
or musing how new it feels to feel this old.
I learned a new acronym today: ICYMI (In Case You Missed It).
For FunkyPlaid’s birthday last year, I enlisted the help of his wonderful friends and family all over the world to create a lip dub to Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin’”. ICYMI, here it is!
It is a wet and chilly evening in Edinburgh, but we are warmed by birthday wishes and belly laughs.
After 299 emails, 5.09 GB of movies, weeks of very little sleep, and so much iMovie-bashing, I present my birthday gift for FunkyPlaid, a lip dub of Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin’”.
Thanks so much to everyone who participated, who lent moral support, who tolerated my dithering over the choice of song, and especially to the Gamescape crew who stealthily set everything up to show him the video at the store tonight.
(He was floored.)
I regret not being able to include more of everyone. There was just too much rock for one video.
Thank you, virtual birthday party attendees. It was both a hoot and a holler to celebrate my thirty-mumbleth year with you. Seven straight hours of cam-streaming and IRC-chatting, not to mention the rampant Facebook-wishing.
But the party did not stop there. On Friday, my friends threw me a surprise party. Offline, even! It was glorious. I got to play You Don’t Know Jack and Qwirkle Cubes, which qualifies the amount of fun as an entirely dangerous amount of fun.
I also received generous and thoughtful gifts. I know, I keep adding things onto this list! Will I stop? Will I ever stop?
I am stopping. Now I am back to regular non-birthday life, which is less shiny but still pretty great.
(Pic via Courtney.)