So as you may already know yesterday was my big day. I'm now 33 years old.
You know, there's a part of me that wants to say that with apprehension and shame, but it's really only a small part that I believe may only exist due to social convention. I'm not ashamed. I find it odd that so many people tie their self-worth to their age. Oh, I'm getting older so obviously I must be not be as valuable of a human as I was in my prime. I feel quite the opposite. 21 year old me was far less valuable. He was dumb, poor, and a lot less attractive if I'm going to be perfectly honest. I look at pictures of 21 year old me, and damn. I feel a lot more attractive now, despite the weight gain.
I digress. I'll pander to my philosophical pondering of age at another time. This is a happy post. I just want to cover my Birthday weekend. Let's dig in!
FRIDAY—My only goal for my Birthday was to cook with David. Mission: Accomplished. We spent the entirety of Thursday night cleaning the house, and then at 1AM Friday morning we went to Walmart to pick up cooking ingredients. Cooking isn't something we do in our household very much. David and I live and eat like bachelors. If it isn't something readily available or a quick microwave away, it isn't worth our time. But for my Birthday I wanted to make Lasagna. We bought the lasagna ingredients, and ingredients to make candied apples and my Birthday cake.
The lasagna turned out AMAZING!
It was only my second time ever making lasagna, and most of it we kind of made up as we went along. Well, I mean we followed the typical lasagna structure, but we added a little extra here and there. For example in the ricotta mixture I added the freshest, stinkiest, parmesan cheese, and cubed fresh mozzarella. Plus a liberal amount of fresh Italian seasoning. I don't know if the picture above does it justice or not, but the thing was fucking HUGE! I used Italian sausage and lean ground beef for the sauce, which I let simmer for hours. Honestly, I hate to suck my own dick here, but this was in fact the best lasagna my mouth has ever tasted. If it wasn't for the fact that it probably cost around $50 to make, I'd want to make it more often.
The Birthday cake turned out well too. We made Better-Than-Sex cake. Basically a chocolate cake with sweetened condensed milk soaking it and caramel drizzle. Topped with whipped cream, crushed Butterfingers, and more caramel drizzle.
The candied apples? Well, we won't talk about that. Lets just say I made some really shitty, really NOT, candied apples.
When he wasn't helping me cook he was DJ-David'ing for me—shuffling a mix of songs that I love.
My Birthday turned out exactly how I wanted it too.
* * *
That night was David's plan. He wanted to go do a scare trail with his friends. I don't really like doing "scare" things. Not because they scare me, in fact, quite the opposite. I don't get scared from those things, and that makes me feel awkward. I'm so paranoid about looking like those assholes who go to Halloween Horror Nights and show off how not scared they are. I wish I could be frightened by that, but they just don't do it for me.
Anyways, we met up with his friends at IHOP and then went. The experience was pretty fun, save for the guy behind me in line who decided to be so close up on me that I was worried I should've brought lube.
Afterwards we came home, went to sleep. Perfect Birthday.
SATURDAY—Saturday for me was a toss up. All I wanted to do was stay home, but it was Come Out with Pride at Lake Eola and I had to figure out whether or not I was going to find an excuse not to go. Living with David has made me into quite the homebody, and not it's near impossible to drag me out of the house. Hell, even to go next door to Walmart to get groceries requires some serious self-cohersion.
I'm tired of not doing things though. Work, video games, work, video game....I needed something new. So I decided on going.
We met up with David's friend Logan and walked around Lake Eola. It was such an experience being around so many gay and gay-friendly people. Being able to hold David's hand while walking around in public was a dream come true. The whole time I couldn't help but to think "so this is what 'normal' couples feel like." It's sad, but PDA for a gay couple is still not exactly a tolerable thing in the part of Orlando where we live.
The parade itself was fucking long. 2½ hours long! It was okay, but I'll be honest after so long of not getting out, the anxiety of being around so many people was really bothering me.
Logan snapped some great pictures of us, a fact that makes me so happy.
It was such an amazing Birthday weekend. I couldn't have asked for a better one. I'm looking forward to next years Birthday and doing it even better.
You know, there's a part of me that wants to say that with apprehension and shame, but it's really only a small part that I believe may only exist due to social convention. I'm not ashamed. I find it odd that so many people tie their self-worth to their age. Oh, I'm getting older so obviously I must be not be as valuable of a human as I was in my prime. I feel quite the opposite. 21 year old me was far less valuable. He was dumb, poor, and a lot less attractive if I'm going to be perfectly honest. I look at pictures of 21 year old me, and damn. I feel a lot more attractive now, despite the weight gain.
I digress. I'll pander to my philosophical pondering of age at another time. This is a happy post. I just want to cover my Birthday weekend. Let's dig in!
FRIDAY—My only goal for my Birthday was to cook with David. Mission: Accomplished. We spent the entirety of Thursday night cleaning the house, and then at 1AM Friday morning we went to Walmart to pick up cooking ingredients. Cooking isn't something we do in our household very much. David and I live and eat like bachelors. If it isn't something readily available or a quick microwave away, it isn't worth our time. But for my Birthday I wanted to make Lasagna. We bought the lasagna ingredients, and ingredients to make candied apples and my Birthday cake.
The lasagna turned out AMAZING!
It was only my second time ever making lasagna, and most of it we kind of made up as we went along. Well, I mean we followed the typical lasagna structure, but we added a little extra here and there. For example in the ricotta mixture I added the freshest, stinkiest, parmesan cheese, and cubed fresh mozzarella. Plus a liberal amount of fresh Italian seasoning. I don't know if the picture above does it justice or not, but the thing was fucking HUGE! I used Italian sausage and lean ground beef for the sauce, which I let simmer for hours. Honestly, I hate to suck my own dick here, but this was in fact the best lasagna my mouth has ever tasted. If it wasn't for the fact that it probably cost around $50 to make, I'd want to make it more often.
The Birthday cake turned out well too. We made Better-Than-Sex cake. Basically a chocolate cake with sweetened condensed milk soaking it and caramel drizzle. Topped with whipped cream, crushed Butterfingers, and more caramel drizzle.
The candied apples? Well, we won't talk about that. Lets just say I made some really shitty, really NOT, candied apples.
When he wasn't helping me cook he was DJ-David'ing for me—shuffling a mix of songs that I love.
My Birthday turned out exactly how I wanted it too.
* * *
That night was David's plan. He wanted to go do a scare trail with his friends. I don't really like doing "scare" things. Not because they scare me, in fact, quite the opposite. I don't get scared from those things, and that makes me feel awkward. I'm so paranoid about looking like those assholes who go to Halloween Horror Nights and show off how not scared they are. I wish I could be frightened by that, but they just don't do it for me.
Anyways, we met up with his friends at IHOP and then went. The experience was pretty fun, save for the guy behind me in line who decided to be so close up on me that I was worried I should've brought lube.
Afterwards we came home, went to sleep. Perfect Birthday.
SATURDAY—Saturday for me was a toss up. All I wanted to do was stay home, but it was Come Out with Pride at Lake Eola and I had to figure out whether or not I was going to find an excuse not to go. Living with David has made me into quite the homebody, and not it's near impossible to drag me out of the house. Hell, even to go next door to Walmart to get groceries requires some serious self-cohersion.
I'm tired of not doing things though. Work, video games, work, video game....I needed something new. So I decided on going.
We met up with David's friend Logan and walked around Lake Eola. It was such an experience being around so many gay and gay-friendly people. Being able to hold David's hand while walking around in public was a dream come true. The whole time I couldn't help but to think "so this is what 'normal' couples feel like." It's sad, but PDA for a gay couple is still not exactly a tolerable thing in the part of Orlando where we live.
The parade itself was fucking long. 2½ hours long! It was okay, but I'll be honest after so long of not getting out, the anxiety of being around so many people was really bothering me.
Logan snapped some great pictures of us, a fact that makes me so happy.
It was such an amazing Birthday weekend. I couldn't have asked for a better one. I'm looking forward to next years Birthday and doing it even better.
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