We traveled to my brother’s in Louisville tonight for my nephew’s big fourth birthday party, which is tomorrow. Everyone else is asleep upstairs. I’m down in the basement “man cave” watching the Predators game on TV, E-Mailing friends, and waiting for the road coffee to wear off so I can get to sleep. The setup down here is very nice: Big HDTV, wireless internet, my own bathroom, and a comfortable queen bed. I can’t complain.
However, I am reminded of the last time I was here, almost two months ago. The breakup was fresh, only two days old. That Saturday morning, on the good advice and encouragement of a friend, I left Clark in good hands and pointed the old, worn-out Jetta east to Louisville. I had to put some distance between myself and Nashville.
I arrived in time to go to dinner with some friends I hadn’t seen since Mike and Ashley’s wedding, and had a rather good time—mojitos and light chatter did wonders for keeping me distracted. That night, however, I had all kinds of trouble sleeping. In fact, I was jarred awake almost every hour on the hour.
Those were not fun times, but those times are in the past.
I’m going to bed now, and I’m going to sleep just fine, because it’s time to start living life again. It’s my nephew’s birthday tomorrow, and he deserves a great one.
I celebrated my birthday by skating on the Nashville Predator’s home ice, which was an amazing rush for me as a hockey fan. I’m pretty sore today–no amount of training can help prepare you for ice skating except actually ice skating, which I haven’t done in years. I loved it. I’m so glad I did it…but….the thing is, I almost didn’t do it. I woke up that morning with a rather poor attitude, and when one of my friends wrote to ask if it was my birthday, I responded:
Yes, is it my birthday. I’m trying to be happy about it. Since I’m taking a little twitter and facebook hiatus, I didn’t post these updates this morning:
“Today is my birthday. I started it by not wanting to get out of bed and face the day. That’s probably not a good sign.”
“I swore I’d never be one of those people who freaked out about getting older. I hope this is just some mourning/loss-related anxiety and it goes away soon.”
See? No one likes a Debbie Downer on his birthday. 🙂
Actually, I do feel better about some things. I have great people in my life. You’re one of them, of course.
As an example: I was planning on coming down to the Sommet Center tonight to skate on the Predator’s home ice, but I forgot my skates at home. My parents and a good friend offered to bring my skates to me here at work and then go with me to Nashville to make sure I did get this little bit of special time in on my birthday. How awesome are the people in my life? I really shouldn’t complain at all.
Long story short: I got my skates delivered to me, and we made the trip to the Sommet Center. Now, I’m so glad we did. It was an experience I will remember forever. Viewing the arena from the ice while zipping around the rink on my old college hockey skates was simply amazing for me as a Predators fan.