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| Monkey Man, Hubby and me in Fantasyland at the Magic Kingdom with a beautiful full moon on my birthday |
I celebrated my 39 years on this planet at the Happiest
Place on Earth. No, it was not in Rick
Springfield’s bedroom as you might have thought, but in Disney World. It was really a surprise trip for Monkey Man
to visit his grandparents who recently moved to central Florida, but lucky me,
our trip just happened to fall smack dab on my birthday celebrating the last
year of my 4th decade.
When Hubby and I planned the trip, I strategically organized
our activities so that our day at the Magic Kingdom would fall on my real,
actual birthday (said in my best 4 year-old voice). Space Mountain, Splash Mountain, ice cream on
Main Street, and fireworks over the castle sounded like the best damn birthday
any 39 year-old kid could have. I even
shared it with 100,000 of my closest strangers since we were there the week
before Easter which is the peak of their Peak Season.
Hubby threw in an extra surprise. He arranged to have his parents stay with
Monkey Man on the night before my birthday (since the night of my birthday was
reserved for this grown woman to watch Tinkerbell fly out of the magical
Cinderella castle) so that we could visit our favorite Disney adult hot-spot –
Jellyrolls. Jellyrolls is a dueling piano
sing-along bar and we go there every time we visit Disney World, which is once
a year. I would get to start my birthday
with napkin requests of Jessie’s Girl and end my birthday with fireworks? This birthday just could not get any better.
We met a friend, Rob Torres, at Jellyrolls who travels the
world as an entertainer and he just happened to be in Orlando for a few days at
the same time as us. We sang, we danced, we laughed and I gave Hubby an
affectionate whack on the back when the piano players announced my birthday and
my AGE! “Happy Birthday to Pam who is
39!” they screamed into their
microphones and laughed before proceeding to play all my 80s music that I
requested. Age was just a number for me
until it was announced to about 100 other people at a piano bar on a Monday
night.
The night went on and they joked about how I was 35, 29 and
by the end of the night I was 24. I was
like a real-life Benjamin Button and had no problems with that. The piano players take turns each hour, and
while I was using the ladies’ room, I bumped into one of the players in the
hallway. “Happy Birthday, Pam!” he said
and then, unbeknownst to him, followed it with the Best. Damn. Gift. EVER.
“You’re not really 39, right?” he questioned. I beamed back, “Yes I am and THANK YOU!” as I
bowed my gratitude to him. His response,
“Wow, what do you EAT?”
I don’t know about what I eat, but drinks are on me, so
belly up to the bar because we are celebratin’!
Here’s to 39!
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| My other date, Rob, and I at Jellyrolls |
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