All of a sudden I've turned into a shitty (read: lazy) blogger. I'm sorry. I promise I will make it up to you.
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So I turned 31 this week. This completely blows my mind. I never imagined myself in my 30s, only as an adult: age undefined. But alas, I am growing old, which I guess is better than the alternative (death). My 31st b-day was remarkably unremarkable. I ran experiments, hung out with my rats, experienced a small depression because I was spending the day alone with my rats (who by the way, did not wish me happy birthday), but then rallied with a lovely sushi dinner and divine chocolate cake. I don't expect people to do anything for my birthday: after all, I'm a grown up, such expectations are childish. I counteract this expectation by trying to plan things for myself to do and doing things for others (e.g., buying rounds of drinks). Last year I did 30 things I've never done (in one day). It was too much fun. This year, frankly, I was uninspired: thirty-one is such a dull number, almost not worthy of celebration.
But just then there was some excitement: on one of my boat rides home I was having a talk with my plastic surgeon friend who will be opening her practice in a few months. For advertising, she's offering discounted procedures in hopes that people will be so happy, they'll brag her up to all the rich, saggy people. For the third time, she mentioned that she had some "unclaimed" botox in her fridge. I've been thinking about getting some botox for a long time: I've got "thinking" lines between my eyes that make people say, "Are you tired? Angry? Stressed?" even when I'm not. Her offer, one day before my unplanned birthday, was what I needed. On Friday morning, I got the botox. And I love it. And I think this is the beginning of a trend: my lovely surgeon friend showed me all the cool equipment she's buying and will be anxious to try out. On me. I'll look like Cher in no time! Oh, and have more friends, make more money and be famous.
I'll post a photo of me trying my best to look thoughtful soon.
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4 comments:
Holy shit!!! You got botox!!!
I wanna see, I wanna see!
Who is this plastic surgeon who lives on our island? Tell me in an email, k?
Oh, and happy belated b.day. Sushi and choco cake would be my selection too - no question.
And btw, is there anything you won't try once?!
Happy birthday!
Holy Shit Emily - How do you do it? Glad i don't have to keep up with you for a day - glad you had a nice dinner for your bday - you need some time down on the farm!!!
Holy Shit Emily - How do you do it? Glad i don't have to keep up with you for a day - glad you had a nice dinner for your bday - you need some time down on the farm!!!
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