Tomorrow
I had a nice pre-planned phone conversation with my mum earlier this evening. Apparently, she and I were BOTH thinking about how lucky we feel that tomorrow is coming. That I am alive and well and about to turn thirty-seven. It is entirely possible that things could have played out very differently. Kind of strange. I feel super in awe of my impending b-day... almost like how it felt when it was your birthday-eve when you were a little kid. It's exciting. It feels... new!
The fact that tomorrow night I will be flying to St. Louis to visit my bestestest pal since forever, Daniela, makes it feel all the more special. Sure, I'm sad that Ryan will be across the ocean bitching about France, but it's still going to be a magical and awesome day.
Makes me think of my friend Matt saying, when I saw him in Vegas and I said that being there to see him and his band made me feel back to normal, that if it were back to normal, it'd be my birthday, and we'd be in a parking lot in St. Louis. Well, they may all be over in Europe this year, but I will have as many Cupcakery cupcakes as I can handle in their honor. I may not make Daniela drive me out to that dusty parking lot in Sauget, but damn if this does not feel great - and somehow both normal and extraordinary at the same time.
Now excuse me while I go finish my laundry and packing and perhaps toast myself on my 37th eve with a nice glass of bourbon.
Xxo, Phoebe
The fact that tomorrow night I will be flying to St. Louis to visit my bestestest pal since forever, Daniela, makes it feel all the more special. Sure, I'm sad that Ryan will be across the ocean bitching about France, but it's still going to be a magical and awesome day.
Makes me think of my friend Matt saying, when I saw him in Vegas and I said that being there to see him and his band made me feel back to normal, that if it were back to normal, it'd be my birthday, and we'd be in a parking lot in St. Louis. Well, they may all be over in Europe this year, but I will have as many Cupcakery cupcakes as I can handle in their honor. I may not make Daniela drive me out to that dusty parking lot in Sauget, but damn if this does not feel great - and somehow both normal and extraordinary at the same time.
Now excuse me while I go finish my laundry and packing and perhaps toast myself on my 37th eve with a nice glass of bourbon.
Xxo, Phoebe
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~Cindy