My birthday was at the start of the month. And I did things with my family. Had a couple really nice dinners and all that.
I celebrated with my friends yesterday. We went to one of my favorite museums in Los Angeles – the Museum of Death. It’s filled with every aspect of death – from embalming and funeral prep (including a fun instructional video of how a body is prepared), to rooms dedicated to serial killers, cult suicides, and other murders around Los Angeles. It’s a little gore heavy in parts – but all fascinating. The staff there are really friendly and will tell you interesting facts about a certain exhibit or the building itself.
Then we had Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles for an early dinner. And the food there was very tasty. I liked the waffle a lot more than I liked the chicken. And there was a lot of other options. It just felt wrong to order something other than what they are named for my first visit. Hilariously, I managed to entirely misread a sign and got myself locked in the men’s room.
We celebrated at my place after. People who were not interested in joining for the museum or for Roscoe’s made their way over. My friends had bought me a replenishment of booze, so for the first time in a while I have a mostly full bar. And a tres leches cake. And then there was The Present.
For several months now, one of my friends has been downright giddy and occasionally would bounce up and down with a small giggle of “we’re going to make Murphy cry.” He’d pulled together with several of my friends to get me a Switch. And other things. This bag contained so many things. In total, I received:
- A Pikachu and Eevee Nintendo Switch, with Let’s Go Eevee! installed on it.
- Mario Oddesy
- Harry Potter games
- A 256 GB SD card
- A mini half jingle frisbee
- A drop whistle
- A $200 Disney gift card
I cried. I more than cried. I kind of sat there weeping for a little bit. Most of the people there also took time during the day or the party to pull me aside and tell me just how much they appreciated that I was in their life. Things I had done that I don’t remember doing. How much they loved me. How much they appreciated my friendship. How much I had made them smile or laugh at anything.
I was pretty overwhelmed. But I also just feel in my bones just how much I actually matter to people. How much people love me. And more importantly, how much I love them.
They are the closest people I have in my life. And they know me more than I know myself some times. I’ve been pretty obviously struggling for a while now. And I know that no matter what I have their support.
I think their friendship is the best gift I have right now.
Shpunkey 