happy birthday to me!

Dear Future Parents of America,

If you're thinking about having sex at all in April, please don't. It will be better for your children down the road not to share their birthday month with Jesus. He tends to hog up all the attention. (Whatever, Mr. I-can-walk-on-water. I can do cool things, too.)
Your pal,
Kate

I'm trying to lay low this year, as in years past I have gotten myself all bent out of shape about my birthday and how nobody pays attention to it. (which isn't really true, but it feels that way when you are really excited about it and act like a seven year old) And you know what, the less you focus on it (you being me in this case), the more positive response you get to it.

For example, today I went on a third callback for a production of Midsummer Night's Dream. I told them I was 30 and they gave me a check!

(Ok, it didn't happen in that order. They gave me a check because you're not supposed to have three rounds of callbacks with Equity actors without paying them something, and I told them it was my birthday as the audition wrapped, and they told me they would prefer to work with actors in their thirties, so it's a good thing I didn't lie and say I was 29!)

Tonight I'm slated for an office party, which I'm calling my birthday party. I'm telling everyone they should come eat and drink heavily, that everything's on me! If nothing else, maybe I'll make more friends at work!

See? Thirty's already looking great!