Hitting the bottle

I celebrate my own birthday inside my head more than I do outwardly or prefer anyone else to, really. It usually starts a whole week before my real birthday, which is today. If anything good comes up in said week, I think "Oh, how fun to have this happen on my birthday." On the flip side of that, if anything negative happens, I think "But it's my birthday! No fair!" I have had both positive and negative things happen during this, my birthday week.
I'll start with the positives but gloss over them because the negatives are much more interesting:
-Got some new people in my spin classes - gung ho, stick-with-it kind of people
-A little shopping trip
-Went to really good yoga class
-Went to a figure drawing class
-Went to go see Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix last night at midnight with some girlfriends. Just for fun. I didn't draw a lightening bolt on my face or anything, it was just something fun to do...which it was because I got to sit around and talk to my friends for a couple of hours without our kids bugging us.
Which leads me into the negatives:
-The movie reel broke 40 minutes into the movie. Then 30 minutes later, it started again, only to break 10 seconds later. An hour a half later, they were still telling us "It will only be 15 more minutes!" Imagine the chaos: Hundreds of die-hard Harry Potter fans (most of whom dressed up in HP garb), all sugared up, crammed into a theatre until the wee hours of the morning. I did start a "U.S.A.! U.S.A!" chant, though which totally threw off the people who were already chanting "Har-ry! Har-ry!", so it wasn't a total bust. My brother would be very proud. So after many empty promises and 2 AM came and went, I left in a huff after being told by a lone pimply faced kid at the concession stand to just bring my ticket stub back and I'll be able to get in for free.
Me: "But I want an extra ticket on top of that."
Pubescent adolescent:"Sorry, maam, you'll have to wait to talk to my manager. She's trying to fix the movie reel."
Me: "Ma'am? Do I look like a ma'am to you? I'm 27 as of two hours ago, I hardly think that warrants such words as "ma'am" to be thrown around."
Exit stage left. Hopefully I will be seeing the rest of it sometime soon. And I hope Sir Brace-Face will be working because I'm going to demand free JuJuBees.
-So I rounded up my birthday money and was positively gleeful at the prospect of owning the Canon Rebel XTi, the SLR camera that I have been drooling over for quite some time now, as I found it for dirt cheap (read: finally somewhat affordable) on a couple of websites. After mentioning this in an email to my camera guru Julie, she wrote back and put very nicely that surely I had researched the company and made sure it wasn't a scam. To my utmost dismay, it was indeed a scam, as were the several other internet companies that I could have afforded to buy the camera from. CURSES! LOTS OF THEM. I know I sound so spoiled but I was just so excited for this. sigh. Maybe this Christmas.
-I spent the morning dragging myself out of bed (stayed up too late because of a fruitless Harry Potter experience), teaching a spin class that I in no way had the energy to teach, dropped my car off at the Honda dealership to get the dumb backityback seat belt fixed, sat around waiting for their courtesty shuttle to pick the girls and me up while I unsucessfully tried to keep the stinkers away from the water cooler, finally an hour later being drove home while making small talk (oh, the horrors) with my shuttle driver, Charlie. He's very into sky diving.
So now I get to sit at home today and try not to be mad about this camera thing. Discovering this page out of Ruby's coloring book has helped: