Being 27, I’ve found, is not terribly different from being 26.
Before we wax too philosophic, let’s review the acknowledgements for the day yesterday. I got email greetings from:
- Douglas, a friend of mine in Texas
- Gerb, a friend I’ve had since high school
- Jenni, my cousin
- Tanya, regular blog reader (via comments)
- Kristin, a friend I haven’t heard from for a loooong time
- An automated mail system from a forum I’m a member of
Personal acknowledgements from about half of my department (there are nine people in my department) came in about half an hour before I left, when one of the guys was peeking over my shoulder and saw my calendar with my birthday clearly marked.
That’s about it.
I wasn’t, like, expecting a party, but I guess I feel a little gypped since everyone else’s birthday around here gets remembered.
So, anyway, that was the day. That evening, my mom, dad, sister Tai and husband Dan, and grandfather (on Mom’s side) came over and we had a little cheesecake. Gifts were the following:
- Stevie Wonder: The Definitive Collection (from Jenn)
- A Bug’s Life two-disc collector’s edition DVD (from Jenn)
- La Femme Nikita DVD (from Jenn)
- A 7.0 amp Shop Vac (from Jenn)
- A 12-pack of Shasta Tiki Punch (from Mom’s cat)
- Xena: Warrior Princess Season One DVD set (from Mom and Dad)
- A gift certificate to Michael’s (from Tai and Dan)
I liked all the stuff I got, and it was good to see everyone over. My grandparents on my dad’s side and my sister Tori in Utah were sort of MIA as far as birthday greetings, though, which I think is kinda crappy.
But oh well. It’s not like I expected anything in particular, but I’m feeling a little disappointed nonetheless. I guess that’s just how things go the longer time goes by.