Any Which Way to Smile

Today was a weird day.

A million and a half people called me just as I was leaving for work...
Jackie, my grandmother, my aunt, my mother, three-year-old Sebastian (from one of the parks), all to sing different versions of the Birthday song.
Jackie sang to me, what Anthony Michael Hall sang in Sixteen Candles...
You say it's your birthday!... Dah na na NAna... I sayhappybirthday to you!
Sebastian sang some salsa version with his own beats.

I drove all the way to work, feeling loved.

When I actually got to work, all was filled with normality. Everyone was bustling to get their sidework done. So I buried myself in the bustle, too.
But for some reason, I don't know how... My supervisor knew what today was. She made a big deal.
By the end of the night, she had an eleven-top table, singing to me. Even the grouchy guy at the end...
Imagine, bitterly carying a tray with the fifth glass of chardonnay, a thousand ketchups, and then being sang to... By the same table you sang Happy Birthday to, a week ago.

I think I was more weirded out, than flattered.

Weirded out, because eleven strangers were making a bigger deal out of this, than I was to begin with.

Also, no one was home when I woke up... But they did leave a DVD player sitting in the middle of the living room floor... I suppose that means it's mine.

posted by Tim @ 9:32 PM