Birthday Gifts
26 June 2006
Nicole and Keith tied the knot this weekend in Sydney. And just as I portended, they got married within days of my birthday. How auspicious is that!
Maybe not auspicious at all, but then again, I did spot a small jewelry box over at Nikov’s house this past weekend. I know he knows my day is this Wednesday, and Bloggers, that’s June 28th. Birthday wishes are welcome!
If you were wondering, I am a Cancer-girl. A sweet, loving, sentimental, Endomorph, but don’t ask how old I’m going to be, because I might be compelled to reveal my crabby Cancer side, i.e. it would not be beyond me to snap back, “Mind your own bloody business.”
If you’ve read my book, you know that last year Nikov threw a surprise birthday party for me at his restaurant. It was my 10-years-post-30th.
Personally, I believe that a woman’s age beyond that birthday does not belong in the public domain. In fact, it should remain a mystery. Like the name of her perfume, the real color of her hair, the status of her boobs and other bits – as in fake or real or suctioned, and so on.
For that birthday, Nikov bought me a gorgeous Versace frock in swirled colors of blue, citrus orange, and crisp white. I wore it to my party and my hair, naturally, matched the swirly splashes of orange in the frock!
This year there’s the box, I mentioned.
Now what would you do if you were on the verge of a birthday and you noticed a small jewelry box at the home of your love-of-one-year, and several months earlier you’d pulled a fortune cookie insert that read, “You or a close friend will be married within a year.”
Would you peek in the box?
I did.
Guess what was in there?
Pigs and bugger it wasn’t a ring!
But that’s okay, I can cope, there’s still 6 months left before the year is over – plenty of time for things to happen. Besides, there was a divine pair of … wait for it … dangly earrings in that box.
Now here’s the weird thing. I stood in front of a mirror, tried them on (Nikov wasn’t around, of course) and wondered are the earrings two different lengths, or is one of my ears higher than the other, or is it that my head is uneven? I mean one earring hung lower.
Moral of the story: It’s a good thing I peeked in the box and tried on the contents, because come Wednesday when I open my birthday present, squeal with delight, then put on the earrings, I won’t suddenly blurt out,
“What the hell’s wrong with these damn things, they’re uneven!” (Who in their right mind would admit that their ears sit unevenly on their head? So of course it’ll be the earring’s fault!)
That is why it is perfectly acceptable to open found boxes that one knows contains a gift. It’s best to be prepared for surprises along lines of an engagement ring or NOT, or earrings that dangle evenly, or NOT!
