Baby Boomer

Zero Birthdays!

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Carole Jean and friends at Flamingo’s X-Burlesque Class

 

 

No, it doesn’t mean you don’t have any. It means it’s a milestone – the number ends in a zero! 

I clearly remember panicking when I turned the Big Three-O. I  was flying for T.I.A. on a seven-day layover in Hong Kong. It was April 8, 1977, a Friday. The crew had planned a birthday party for me that night so I wasn’t going to be alone on the momentous occasion. But still. I was about to pass into a new category. Never trust anybody over thirty was about to mean ME

I sneaked off to the beach at Repulse Bay all by myself to sit on the sand, stared at the water and waited for a sign from the universe.

I stared and waited, stared and waited. Nothing. No message came from the sea, no magic bottle washed ashore with a note inside, not even a seagull crapped on my head for good luck. I just had to figure it out.

Each zero birthday after that was marked with a special event but the only one I can remember is the last one – the Big Seven-O in Las Vegas. It was the best party of my life – better than any of my weddings and I’ve had some spectacular weddings as some of you may remember.

It was especially important to me to have a fabulous event at the Flamingo Hotel for this particular birthday. It was the ten-year anniversary of my 2007 wedding at this very hotel. The event was fabulous but the marriage a disaster. The idea of revisiting the Flamingo with longtime loving friends and family was the perfect antidote to obliterate the bad experience.

As my friends reach Big Zero birthdays, we celebrate each and every one with gusto according to the wishes of the birthday person. Some choose to have a quiet dinner at Capitola’s Shadowbrook restaurant. Others choose to go sky-diving for the first time in their lives. One of my Fly-Sister friends had a brilliant idea; invite seven of her closest friends to her seventieth birthday dinner. Several years ago when she came up with the idea she made a list. Since then, a few have gone off to the big airplane in the sky. Rather than just plug people in to fill out the number, she shrunk it down to four of us. With the big day coming up shortly, let’s hope the number stands so she doesn’t have to change the reservation. And we will have to have twice the fun to make up for the missing ones.

People often ask me what I have up my sleeve for my next Zero Birthday. It’s more than eight years away. I have lotsa time between now and then!(?) 

Meanwhile, if it’s not the shoes taking me somewhere, it could be the seat of my pants. Remember my favorite quote from Hunter S. Thompson, “Gonzo”: 

Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a ride!”

I’m still riding!

 

 

 

 

2 thoughts on “Zero Birthdays!

  1. It is wonderful to have you back and writing regularly. Keep up the good work, you’ve got plenty of stories to share and do so with so much humor. I miss you. Happy 4th!

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