>I like turning 31 way more than I did 30. Husband pointed out that 31 is a prime number. Another friend noted that Baskin Robbins is known for their 31 flavors. This is all good.
As I was getting ready to take a shower earlier, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and noticed a gray/white hair. Further inspection revealed lots of dandruff (as I had not washed my hair since Saturday) and two more gray/white hairs. They glittered nicely in the light. I’m 31, so having gray/white hair is cool.
At 31, I am only one year away from 32, when the average woman hits her sexual peak. Ha! (I'm not sure what my point is, but that never stopped me before. Watch out, Husband? I'm only getting crazier?) Still, I don’t always look my age. Last week while I visited the Sauce in Pittsburgh, her housemate’s friend thought I was his age. He is 23, and one of my new favorite people. (He also said that I look like I weigh about 2 lbs. This guy really knows how to butter up an older woman, and I’m pretty sure that he was not trying.)
Today, I shall celebrate my birthday by first going to the Indian Consulate and applying for a visa for my upcoming trip to India. I’ll be traveling with my friend Ray, who I have known since I was in 6th grade, and other teachers and adult friends and family from the high school she works at. (Which, incidentally, is where Hilary Clinton and Harrison Ford were schooled in the ways of the world and carpentry.) We are going to be there for a week at the end of March, spending time in Delhi, Agra, and Jaipur. I am incredibly excited, although sad that Husband cannot go because he must work to support me and my non-income producing writing career. (OK, really, it’s because he just began his job in September and can’t get the time off, which SUCKS!) The only upside to this is that we will not both be in a hotel room with shit geysers of diarrhea, which I fully anticipate getting and I am certain that Husband would too.
After what I hope will be a quick process at the Consulate, I am meeting my friend Chava, who I know from high school. We will have tea at the Japanese tea room in the basement of a ridiculously fancy Japanese department store, and then head to the Whitney to see art by Kiki Smith, whom I have never heard of but Chava thinks I will like. Just like I have never been 31 before, I have never been to the Whitney. Good times ahead!
Finally, I will wrap up the epic day by meeting a group of friends for cheese and chocolate fondues. Hurray for my 31st birthday!