Take Me Out to the Pasture and Shoot Me...
Today is my 35th birthday. I have been cringing every single fucking day that has been leading up to this most dark and depressing of days. I am now at the halfway point to 40! Take my tired old ass out in the pasture and just shoot me!
In the last two weeks, I have gone through a mid-life crises routine. I have hemmed and hawed about whether I should trim or shave my chest hair for the first time in my life. I have bought plenty Aveda products to exfoliate and infuse radiance into my skin, spent a pretty penny on a shiny new tennis racquet, bought two fab Addidas tennis shirts and shorts, bought two pairs of sporty shoes, bought some new shades and bought four pairs of fancy boxer underwear. Isn't this what men do when they suddenly start to feel that creeping feeling of time passing them by?
Now, this morning has been a complete 360 degrees turn. I get into work crabby. I am the only one here at 7am. (as usual) I am milling about in a bad attitude. I don't want to be 35 dammit! Yesterday, I tried to get sympathy from an AOL friend and he turned a deaf ear to me! He told me to look at it this way: the alternative to not having another birthday is to be dead. I should have known not to complain to an old queen! Excuse me... a mature gay male. I was like "hmmm... you are probably right". But that wasn't what I was hoping to hear.
Then I get a late night call from Steve from Wisconsin. That bitch is older than me and was laughing his ass off about my negative attitude about being midway to 40! Of course, this is the friend that gave me a drag name of "Despirina" one year while we were in Las Vegas. He claimed there was a photographer there for the "Blackjack Bears Weekend" and that I was trying to get into every shot. His proof was that there was three full pictures of me on their website and only one half of him. Isn't it plausable that the reason I was in three full pictures because I was one of the prettier YOUNG ones? And not because I was Despirina the DESPERATE gay man? Damn you Steve from Wisconsin. You just made me go off on a tangent.
Back to my favorite subject -- ME. Here I was this morning feeling sorry for my old tired ass, when I opened my AOL mailbox. Wow, a few emails from buddies wishing me a happy birthday. I actually had a smile on my face when I saw the emails resting there in my inbox. Wow... what is coming over me? The clouds of doom and gloom lifted over my head and vanished as my spirit suddenly got joyful. My friend Toby sent me this hilarious E-Card that had me rolling with laughter. It brought tears to my eyes and actually lifted my spirits. Then I got emails from long lost (but never forgotten) friends that I haven't heard from in some time. Awww.... you guys are the greatest! As I was writing this blogpost, I got a call from Tim in Houston (Tennis Coach) wishing me a Happy Birthday.
On what has been billed as the World's Most Depressing Day, you guys have sure turned it around for me. I understand now. Especially as a gay man, every year is special, and every friend you have that remembers your birthday is something to be very thankful of. THANK YOU GUYS!
In the last two weeks, I have gone through a mid-life crises routine. I have hemmed and hawed about whether I should trim or shave my chest hair for the first time in my life. I have bought plenty Aveda products to exfoliate and infuse radiance into my skin, spent a pretty penny on a shiny new tennis racquet, bought two fab Addidas tennis shirts and shorts, bought two pairs of sporty shoes, bought some new shades and bought four pairs of fancy boxer underwear. Isn't this what men do when they suddenly start to feel that creeping feeling of time passing them by?
Now, this morning has been a complete 360 degrees turn. I get into work crabby. I am the only one here at 7am. (as usual) I am milling about in a bad attitude. I don't want to be 35 dammit! Yesterday, I tried to get sympathy from an AOL friend and he turned a deaf ear to me! He told me to look at it this way: the alternative to not having another birthday is to be dead. I should have known not to complain to an old queen! Excuse me... a mature gay male. I was like "hmmm... you are probably right". But that wasn't what I was hoping to hear.
Then I get a late night call from Steve from Wisconsin. That bitch is older than me and was laughing his ass off about my negative attitude about being midway to 40! Of course, this is the friend that gave me a drag name of "Despirina" one year while we were in Las Vegas. He claimed there was a photographer there for the "Blackjack Bears Weekend" and that I was trying to get into every shot. His proof was that there was three full pictures of me on their website and only one half of him. Isn't it plausable that the reason I was in three full pictures because I was one of the prettier YOUNG ones? And not because I was Despirina the DESPERATE gay man? Damn you Steve from Wisconsin. You just made me go off on a tangent.
Back to my favorite subject -- ME. Here I was this morning feeling sorry for my old tired ass, when I opened my AOL mailbox. Wow, a few emails from buddies wishing me a happy birthday. I actually had a smile on my face when I saw the emails resting there in my inbox. Wow... what is coming over me? The clouds of doom and gloom lifted over my head and vanished as my spirit suddenly got joyful. My friend Toby sent me this hilarious E-Card that had me rolling with laughter. It brought tears to my eyes and actually lifted my spirits. Then I got emails from long lost (but never forgotten) friends that I haven't heard from in some time. Awww.... you guys are the greatest! As I was writing this blogpost, I got a call from Tim in Houston (Tennis Coach) wishing me a Happy Birthday.
On what has been billed as the World's Most Depressing Day, you guys have sure turned it around for me. I understand now. Especially as a gay man, every year is special, and every friend you have that remembers your birthday is something to be very thankful of. THANK YOU GUYS!
posted by Brettcajun at Wednesday, June 15, 2005
4 Comments:
Okay first off, Happy birthday sexy.
Second, your not losing your youthful beauty but growing into the manly stud you are meant to be.
third Please don't shave that magnificient chest. Christ what a same that would be.
Happy birthday Brett.
Awww.... thank you Donnel! :) For you... I will not shave off my chest! ;)
Hey Brett...thx for the comments ou my blog. Love yours. Added a link to it...hope you don't mind! Hot bod btw! ;) oh and Happy Birthday dude. I would LOVE to see 35 again!
Now wait a minute!! You emailed me today and didn't even tell me it was your birthday???? Shit... wish I had known earlier!! Happy Birthday sexy man!! *Leans in and kisses you deep on the lips*
And don't feel bad about being 35... hell, I think that gay guys, especially the buffed ones like you reach their most sexiest peak during their mid-late 30s!! Yum!!! I just hope that I look half as good as you do when I hit 35... and I'm sure you'll be right there to celebrate it with me ;)
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