Yesterday was the day. The 40th birthday had finally arrived. The dreaded and much anticipated milestone. 40? *cringe* I may have survived the day, but the number still hurts.
I surprised myself when I woke up without the anticipated heavy fog of dread. I felt okay! Excited in fact, to take on the day. Of course, that could have had something to do with the fact that my loving husband bought me a rock star new Nikon that I had been waiting months and months for. Or that my kids gave me amazing handmade cards and gave me beautiful charms for my bracelet. It could have also been the fact that I was NOT going in to work. Regardless, I didn't want to curl up in a ball and cry all day.
I had a busy day planned, and it started in the Italian Market with my dad, merely a stroll through to our main destination. The hubs and I lived a couple blocks from here for about 7 years and shopped the market every weekend.
Since my dad is big into hunting, I thought he would enjoy the local game store. And by game, I don't mean Wii. Sadly, they were closed. And the wild pig head stared at us blankly.
A visit to the Italian Market is never complete without a stop in DiBruno Bros. Seriously, this place is amazing and the people know everything there is to know about cheese.
My dad was on a quest for the perfect swiss cheese. Unfortunately, it's at the Ardmore location. But he had fun tasting for it.
Being that it was a big birthday and I was desperate to liberate myself from this "old" feeling, I've decided to confront Forty in a way that would be taken seriously.
That's right. I'm gettin' it done!
To be fair, I wasn't all cool about it. Initially.
As we signed in for our ammunition and gear, more people began to arrive. And I started to wonder about their intentions. Mine, of course, were purely for amusement. And, most likely, a one-time experience. But these men were arriving with their own firearms. One guy, came with his own ammunition, but rented the gun. Then proceeded to DROP IT on his way into the range. HellOOOO!
There were also off-duty cops practicing, but STILL. Do they check these people out? I mean, everyone seems a little suspicious to me.
Anyway, here we are in our booth. Gun shots are blasting around me. Some quick fire, some booming. My dad loads up the gun, and suddenly I freak out a little in my head - HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS IS A LOADED FUCKING GUN!
What if it backfires and blows off my face?
What if the guy next to me goes mad and shoots through the wall at me?
What if I drop the gun and it goes off and shoots me dead?
So that lasted all of 2 minutes. Then, I said fuck you 40 ...
... and I did this.
For laughs, if there is such a thing when it comes to guns, I selected the target that shows the organs you hit. Maybe that makes me a little sick. I don't know. I thought it was kind of funny.
The cops in the range were shooting with 9 mm - there are bullet cases flying all over the place. I got hit in the leg a couple times by something. I looked down and... bullet case. Like I said, it was a little crazy.
After shooting, I did what anyone else would do and went shoe shopping and had my nails done. I won't bore you with the errands I also ran, but let's just say that being productive also made me very happy.
The day ended fabulously - some neighbor friends surprised me with a fabulous cake and a lovely rendition of Happy Birthday. Then, dinner with the family and my favorite cake of all time - chocolate chip cheesecake!
It was a great day - and my family, friends in real life and on Facebook and Twitter all made it possible.
Thank you everyone!