Today is my birthday. I'm one year older and about 10 years wiser, or so I like to kid myself. This has been the most intense year of my life, with all kinds of developments, personally and professionally: the death of my mother, the ending of a 5-year relationship, a lot of acting work, a little bit of writing and comedy, and one show that I'm nearly entirely satisfied with.
This year has been so full of events and significance that it's impossible to summarize it neatly and say "This is what it all means." I have yet to figure any of it out. I wouldn't want to repeat 2006, but it's been an interesting year, in the Chinese sense.
My friendships and working partnerships have changed a great deal in the last year, mostly in positive ways. Old friendships have sustained me through difficult times; ongoing friendships have transformed and deepened; new friendships have developed. I'm moving away from projects that, while of merit, did not have a lot of personal significance to me, and I'm starting new projects that are about expressing my ideas, not someone else's. (More about new projects in a later post.)
I'm now 39 and I've lost a lot, but right now my life is mostly full of beginnings rather than endings. And as I've always said, you are only as old as you look, and I easily pass for as young as 32 these days.
I will be celebrating my birthday tonight at the Starline Grill from 8 p.m. onwards. All three of the people who read this blog are cordially invited to attend.
About Me
- Jaguar Bennett
- Fresno, California
- I'm unhappy. I want to share my unhappiness with the world, so you can be unhappy too.
6 comments:
Happy Birthday , Jag! May the upcoming year be a whole lot better for all of us.
Can't make it tonight... Suicide Lounge is meeting. Though I fully expect a ton of accidental phone camera pics from your festivities.
Cheers!
Jag
Happy Day!!!!
-- I'm gonna try to be there for your B-day.
Much fun, Jag!!
The discussion of porn was equally as exciting as John having to retrieve the five empty Glenlivet Neat glasses so the bartender could pour you some more...
What a stunningly clever message. Full of the hope and vigor I've come to count on from my old friend. I hope you'll share your wisdom with me for years on end. I count you as a truly special friend. Happy birthday!
I don't know you Jennifer, but your words of kindness and generosity are NOT what Jaguar wanted for his bday.
Glenlivet Neat. And ONLY Glenlivet Neat.
Geez...hot girls think they can get away with anything....
'...at this point I have ingested twice the whiskey than the average human being can stand... and I have four more to go...'
'And I feel completely fine, completely fine... in fact, I'll recite the alphabet backwards for you,
z,y,x,,
(makes it up to n,m, (but goes 'm,n')
'----um, Jag, you screwed up, you said it forward...)
'---Ahah!, that can only mean one thing...'
'---what's that, Jag?'
'-that I'm completely drunk...!'
further conversation,
sober looking Jaguar sitting at head of table, holding court...
Suddenly a look dead in the eye, with an expression in the eyes betraying both internal feelings, and a sudden focus and concentration not unlike a large golden retriever going number 2 on a decidedly small patch of grass at 2 in the afternoon, (really wanting some privacy.)
'...if you would excuse me for a minute.'
'certainly, Jaguar, certainly.'
'thank-you.'
(Jag gets up, sort of half walks half falls to the bathroom.)
man with strange hair comes out and says to those sitting at the table.
-um, guys, he seemed really drunk..'
'...yes, we know,
he said m,n,
not n,m...'
(man looks puzzled,)
'what do you think,
you think he's gonna hurl?
'I certainly hope so... he has enough alch. in him to kill a waterbuffalo..'
(looks go around table...)
then,
in the distance,
behind a closed door,
the unmistakable sound of a toilet seat being slapped up against the back of commode,
(a sound not unlike a batter nailing a homerun at yankees stadium...'it's outa heeeeere.')
-uhps, there's that sound, no more calls, we have a winner...
'....WWWWHUUUUUUAAAAARRRRGPHAAA...''-and there's the other sound...'
I'll go hold his hair or something, i'm going to be a nurse,
(this makes Sky's drink come out of her nose, laughing...)
-This scene was repeated three times before the truckride home...
Jag,
the National Association of Toilet scrubbers,
the EPA,
and a rep from the cement manufactorer (for the floors,) want a word with you...
--and according to Glenleviet?
Their stock went up ten points that night...
(...sooooo, did not envy you the next morning, there, skipper...)
happy 39.
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