Today is my birthday. 49. I’ve always looked young for my age, and some of that is still true. I probably don’t look a day over 45. A lifetime in the sun will catch up with me someday, but so far I am still ahead. I have a good head of hair, can run 5 miles at a 10 minute pace and have a strong libido. Things many men my age have lost already.
It’s a holiday here in the US. Independence Day. Picnics, BBQ and fireworks are the traditions. I grew up on the water so we were always out on a boat watching fireworks off the beach. I am an only child. When I was young I believed the fireworks were just for me. I was quite an ass about it. Rubbing it in on my friends with no mercy. As you can tell from this blog, I can still be an ass. The world continues to revolve around me in many ways. I’ve mellowed though. Much less of an asshole than I used to be.
It is a fairly dangerous holiday on which to have a birthday. Somebody was always getting hurt. I have many stories which always involve at least three of the following: alcohol, explosives, boating, fire, stitches and a cast.
Nowadays, I usually cookout at home by the pool. The theme is BBQ, beer and music.
I kicked off my birthday weekend yesterday with two separate escort appointments. Melissa in the morning, and Karmen in the afternoon. My muscles are a little tight from it. I can feel it in my thighs and abs.
T put in a 12hr day at the cat sanctuary yesterday. She was exhausted when she got home.
“what did you do today?”
“Not much. Just kind of puttered around. I had lunch at Hooters and fixed a couple of things around the house”
We are sitting together on the patio now. Early morning, coffee and listening to birds in the distance. The peacocks are definitely out today.
This should be a quiet weekend from here on out.