im 40

well, the 40 has come and gone. i took off from work today just to recover and chill. sit in the quiet and reflect. ill say it again. i am so lucky.

the celebration started like it has the last 3 years with "Running of the Santas". its a silly thing. 5000 people dress in christmas garb, drinking, dancing, a 3 block run with a concert at electric factory as the main event. like always, we had a blast. no memory of the end of the night. im too old to drink all day and make it til the wee hours. but i think it was a great time.

woke up the next morning at stupid oclock and flew to see my west coast bestie. i had a blast. LA is a whole other animal without an abusive clown controlling your every move. i got to just be. floating around enjoying every minute. hiked in the hills, visited friends, popped down to the beach and the boardwalk, spa time, and going out to eat. just chillin. not partying.

no drama, no plans. just bounced from place to place. even walked on hollywood blvd. something i had never done. my girl lives 3 blocks from there. it was a very different LA experience. no wanna be douchbags, star fuckers, or inflated egos. i actually met people with talent who didnt drop names or care who you know and what you can do for them. it was refreshing. i hated LA when i left back in 2009. it wasnt LA i hated. it was my situation. LA is fine. warm weather, legal weed. the food cannot compare to the east coast,something i could never get used to. but my eyes were opened a little in my short trip.

popped bottles on a roofdeck in hermosa beach at ufc royalty's house, got to see an old philly friend who became an overnight success, (couldnt have happened to a more deserving guy), laughed a lot, rested, enjoyed the sun, met awesome people (2 just so happened to be from philly), and recharged myself. got home in time for the 40 to take place.

this is where i become an asshole...
so the boo picks me up from the airport, we get to my place and he hands me a plastic bag with a robe and slippers in it. "happy birthday" he said. now, i needed a robe for his house. this is a robe you would buy for your mom. nothing sexy or cute. but thats cool. i just needed warm. the next 2 days hes with his kids and i start to get mad. a robe and slippers? in a plastic bag? oh heeeellllllll nah! this is my 40!!! his birthday i went above and beyond to make him feel loved and appreciated! i get a robe in a trashbag?
i run it by my sergeant major. i never share my personal info. he tried to stick up for him, using that excuse that men are stupid. NOT MY MAN!!!! he treats me better on a regular day. so asshole me, starts to unleash on him thru text. "you made me feel so low" "you put no effort" blah blah blah. you get the picture. well, i ruined his surprise. he had gotten me a gorgeous diamond tennis bracelet, and i wrecked it. i did some ass kissing and apologizing, and hes over it. why did i doubt him? i didnt need diamonds. infact, if that robe was in a giftbag, all would be cool. but he has been so amazing to me this entire time. i should have had faith.

we had dinner with friends and the boy at another friends restaurant in CC. i wore sequined booty shorts because im 40 and its the new "i dont give a fuck". we drug the boy thru the city and even ended up at after hours. we are the best. had a blast. again, i;m so lucky.

another milestone reached. i have already been thinking about 41. so far any plan i have made has been interrupted by life. life dictates. not me. im very curious to see where ill be at 41. hopefully just as happy as i am now, only with a shit ton more accomplishments.