In 9 days I’ll be 21 years old; I have no surgery date, no party, and no idea what I want for presents. And I’m tired, I’m just so tired. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. And nothing can be said or done to make it any better.
In 9 days I’ll be 21 years old; I have no surgery date, no party, and no idea what I want for presents. And I’m tired, I’m just so tired. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. And nothing can be said or done to make it any better.
Chin up and no frowns! I spent my 21st Birthday in the hospital as well… it just meant that the party afterwards was even better! And in case you are curious, my visit to the hospital was not due to excess partying or drinking (that would have been normal I guess!) Never fear… happier days are ahead…. that and your opportunity to drive like Michael Delaney (which would be flat out!)! The keys are ready to be tossed over! 😉
We will just have to celebrate your birthday on a date to be determined. Sure, it’s not quite the real thing, but we will have to make sure it feels like it. So, let’s pick a date: I suggest March 21 (3-21 has a nice ring to it). You should be fully rested and healed by then. It can be a party day in D.C., and all your friends can fly out. We’ll laugh, have some fun, maybe slip you a sip of something potent (preferably ladeled out of a smoking cauldron). So, how about it?
I feel a lovebug quote comin’ on…
“Forget cheering me up…I’m dragging you down with me!”
It can be all in black, with just a little bit of white detail…I know, I’ll do a sketch or something.
I say, as long as you’re down, go ahead and be down but be creative about it.