I am turning 31 today. It’s a prime number. And odd. And sort of like 30, except one year later. So a lot less momentous and a lot more generic In-My-30’s style.
I’m not freaking out. I’m actually a little bored.
But in an effort to try and give myself a little yay, I have been wearing nothing but green dresses all week. And I have two more planned for tomorrow and Friday. In fact, I have enough green dresses that I could keep going for a few days after that, as well. So green dresses it is. Self indulgent in a mildly bizarre way, I guess, but that’s what I want.
Dinner tonight with my best girl and my best boy.
Drinks on Friday with whoever might deign to show up.
And then a whole lotta days of just being 31. Hopefully, an excellent version of it, though.
My tired out ass was up in the gym at 6:30 this morning. But woe is me, no workout clothes were there!
Hence the curses. As it was very, very early the curses were rather lame. I.e. Blast!
So then I just went to work and sat down at my desk. At 7 am.
I’m now starving for lunch. At 11 am.
But you know who is going to be all kinds of yay about this at 4 pm today?
Me! That’s who.
Because I will be on my way home a whole hour and a half early on a Friday.
My brother and his girlfriend came to visit this weekend. I haven’t seen them (or any of my family) since last May, so it was super to have some beefed up Hannon time. I feel extra specially Volvo and Buggles infused.
The girlfriend is 6 months pregnant and seems to be a very normalizing factor for my brother. He didn’t get ridiculously drunk once. He (and they) seem to be doing very well. I’m excited about the pending nephew business and eager to see Joe being dadly. Although, he did let me trim some of the more outrageous of his eyebrow hairs. Perhaps he needed those to bolster the dad style mojo.
My favorite part of the weekend was going to the German Tourist Club in Oakland. Evidently, there’s another one in Marin that is better known, but we lucked out and stumbled across some info advertising Herbstfest in the Oakland Hills.
The scene was predominantly 65 and older, but they were wearing Bavarian costumes and polkaing to an oompa band, so the people watching was still super. Mostly, we just sat at a picnic table under a big oak tree and drank a fair amount of beer and just chattered.
It was good to have some family time, particularly pleasant family time. The Squeeze was happy to be there and very accommodating and all rose-colored glasses about my brother and his pending fatherhood. So it was a nice weekend, and beer in the Oakland hills was a very good find.