Monday, May 17, 2010

Rainbow in the dark.

This weekend was my birthday. Yahoo!

My Guy treated me to a super fancypants dinner at a restaurant where the waiters have business cards. Who knew?

We saw a little road show by a little TV personality named Conan O'Brien.

My brother even remembered my birthday, even though he admitted that it took an e-mail from our mom and a face-to-face reminder from a family friend to make him remember. This is my brother who still hasn't given me the Snuggie he bought for my birthday last year, the Snuggie that he instead took on a multi-day bike trip to use in lieu of a sleeping bag. That brother.

And Alice made me this t-shirt, which I think I'm going to wear every day forever.

Yes. My birthday? She was very, very good to me.

However.

(Because there's always a however.)


Yep.

Now, my day is further tainted by the unfortunate passing of rock god Ronnie James Dio.

Dammit.

Now, I will always love me some Ronnie, mostly for a quote about him from one of those vh1 compilation shows. Wrestler Chris Jericho pointed out that 5'4" Ronnie had "the voice of a rock god coming from the body of Carla from Cheers."

Ha!

But here's the really scary thing. I have an occasional premonition for ... you know ... sensing when people are crossing over.

I knew the exact moment my grandpa passed ... 500 miles away. That was beautiful and very emotional but very peaceful and lovely, too.

And that was my only premonition for, like, 15 years. Then, a few Christmases ago, I had this crazy feeling about your favorite president and mine, Gerald R. Ford. And then he died, like, the next day.

And this weekend? Out of the frickin' blue, I turned to My Guy on Saturday night and said, "I wonder how Ronnie James Dio is doing."

And he died the next morning.

I scare myself.

But mostly, I'm thankful for all of the friends who seemed to come out of the woodwork to wish me a nice day. I felt so rich! And special kudos to my cousin, who feels my pain about the whole cool-people-died-on-my-birthday thing.

"OK, if it'll make you feel any better ... Burl Ives died on my birthday. Have a holly jolly birthday!"

10 comments:

Cyndi B. said...

Happy Belated Birthday, Cha Cha!! Glad it was a good one!

Iron Needles said...

Seriously?

Your birthday was this weekend?

1st, happy birthday! And, glad you had a good one.

2nd...mine is the day after yours.

Seriously.

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

Holy crap, that is a weird premonition to have. And a lot of famous people dying on your day.
But HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
I'm now intrigued by waiters with business cards and digging on your cool new t-shirt.

hope505 said...

~ happy birthday! ~ cha chariffic!!

omg CONAN!!! whoa!!! yer man is one hot sugar daddy for arranging all that!

waiters with business cards...? What do they do...come over to your house and...wait on you? *haha!* Wouldn't that be sort of awkward? Especially if your kitchen and dining area aren't separated by much....Ha!

Freelance waiters. Well that's fine.
* : )

A piece of news said...

Happy Birthday!

What do the waiters do with the business cards? Did you take one?

mel said...

Glad you had a great birthday (excluding, of course, the death of super rocker)! The homemade b-day t-shirt?! Friggin' rawks!

Magic27 said...

Happy Belated Birthday, Cha Cha! Mine was today (Tuesday) and was, well, pretty crap truth be told. But hey. I've just turned 41, birthdays are just meant to be got through from here on out I guess.
Can't think of anyone famous who died on my birthday (not that I'm aware of, anyway), but my much-loved music teacher did and that was tough. Also, I share a birthday (and I'm sorry, I don't mean to offend any Catholics out there but SERIOUSLY? This guy? Aaarrrggghhh) with the late Pope John Paul 2. Woohoo. And my younger daughter has the misfortune to share her birthday with the irritating-beyond-belief Arielle Dombasle (you may not know her - though if you're old enough (not your case, dear, young Cha Cha) to remember the TV mini-series "Lace", she was the French one in that). Check her out (particularly her "singing", her pretentious git husband, her oh, everything really).
And yeah, what to waiters need business cards for? I'm intrigued!

Banjo @ Unfabulousness said...

Happy Birthday Cha Cha! Loving the t-shirt and am expecting to see a post with you soon sporting it in all it's glory.........

Molly said...

omg, watching Oprah on Brett and thinking of you!!

Gretchen said...

Clearly I'm a bit behind. Sorry I didn't say anything when I saw you last weekend....Happy belated b-day. :)