BURP: rain.
It’s Sunday evening. I just checked the weather forecast and it’s supposed to rain in New York City on my birthday (December 7th).
This news would be extremely upsetting to most people, but to me… it’s actually quite comforting.
It has rained every year on my birthday/the day I celebrate my birthday since as far back as I could remember…
I think the first time I remember it raining was my 7th birthday. My 7th birthday party was in the middle of a huge thunderstorm and it made me so sad the morning of the party because that meant I wouldn’t be able to have the bounce house. And I loved (actually I still do love) those things. But even with that slight set-back, my 7th birthday was crackin. Definitely the dopest children’s party ever.
My 12th party was an indoor pool party. Man, was that shit a mess. First we couldn’t get into the pool on time because no one was there to open the place up for us. Then a whole bunch of my friends went home because their parents were tired of waiting for so long (2.5 hours) to drop them off. But in the end… my friends and parents who did wait for the party said it was one of the best parties they had ever been to and the food was delicious lol.
Most people don’t know this, but my 18th birthday was a mess before all the guests arrived at Poleng Lounge. An absolute MESS. I had been crying all day, my hair was done all wrong (we couldn’t get it done at the salon I made an appointment because of the rain), we lost the flowers, the centerpieces my mom and I made were messed up, the lounge had the wrong tables and chairs set up…. and hella more shit… just… a mess. But it ended up being the best possible debut I could ever imagine. Even with a handful of people not showing up or running late because of the rain… MY DEBUT WAS CRACKIN’ and I was so blessed to share it with so many people I love and care about.
So here I am in 2011, living in New York City, turning 20 years old in a couple of days… and it’s going to rain. Perfect. (No, really.) What’s funny is that when I went to check the weather forecast for San Francisco/Pacifica/Daly City… there was no mention of any chance of precipitation. I don’t know why, but I think it’s a sign… A sign that I’m in the right place at the right time. It wouldn’t be my birthday if it didn’t rain.
I’m excited to start my non-teen years in a new place with the new friends I’ve made here. I feel so blessed and I look forward to my rainy birthday!
(This will probably post sometime on my birthday actually… so happy birthday to me)
