When I repudiated January and my birthday I gave myself an alternate day – September 9 – to commemorate buying the boat.
Boat Day was quite splendid the first two years. It is a genius time to go cruising up the river – cold, calm, easy to navigate, with migrating birds everywhere.
Unfortunately, I forgot to celebrate my own fake birthday last week.
And, as today is the sixteenth anniversary of my idiotic teenage marriage, it seems like a bad time to wedge in any kind of compensatory partying.