I am a huge advocate for all sorts of birthday celebrations. I see nothing strange or unusual in using the entire month of one’s cumpleaños for a series of fabulousness of any scale. A barbecue? A boat party? Brunch? A night on the town? A spa day? Happy hour(s)? A dinner party? A toga party? An all-night fetish themed dance party?
And to this end I have quite a history of birthday shenanigans. However, for the past two years, I have found myself spending my actual birthday working a twelve-hour day encompassing a full day of teaching and the always popular, Back-to-School night.
It is a tradition at this time of the year. Along with a variety of other things that I really like, the change in the weather, the Autumnal Equinox, a new year for those of us on the academic calendar. That I have been at school since 7:15 a.m. this morning has been totally ameliorated by the following things:
- Birthday greetings that began in Australia (Hey Lou!) and finished in Hawaii (Leone!) and encompassed friends in more than six countries, a dozen states.
- A series of voice mails that started with mom (of course!) and ended with Max and Sammy W. (Ooh La La! Cha Cha Cha!!)
- A Back to School night that exceeded my expectations (everyone wanted to talk about my shoes!)
- And a really big birthday card….
Andy Williams, your time of the year hasn’t got shit on mine.