Birthday Karma

Sometimes things just work.

Sometimes things go horribly wrong.

I have a couple of months to see which one this time.

Birthday is approaching,

 and I am not too humble to plead for birthday wishes.

   (Wait for response.  Stay positive.  Somebody might be reading.)

Where was I?

Birthday!

Here is what has transpired up to this point.

I was practicing wasting time when I suddenly stumbled across something interesting.

It was blind luck I noticed it.   Between playing games on PCH, I actually have won money, 

and watching football, a game more honest than politics, I should have missed it.

I noticed a link to one of my favorite bands, Blue Oyster Cult.  Apparently, still out on tour.

Decided to check the dates.  

This is where it starts to get fun.

The first thing I notice is they are going to be playing fairly close.

San Luis Obispo.   On the way to Pismo.  Only a couple hour drive.

Shaking my head already.  

It would be fun, but don't really have the cash.

Then I notice the date.

Yes.

The concert is on my birthday.

Using a large portion of my mental will, 

I leave the site,

and I stayed away for a good two weeks.

I had to at least look into it.

Check the price on the tickets,

 expecting the show to be sold out already.

Under $50.  Not bad.  Granted, they aren't selling out stadiums anymore.

Small venue.  Old theatre built back in the 1930's.  Usually a good type of place for shows.

Check the price for a hotel.

Under $60.  Again, not bad.  Only me, and it doesn't have to be fancy.

Plus, it is a ten minute walk from the theatre.

After thinking about it for awhile,

I decided I might as well see.

This led to a scene which could have happened when I was back in high school.

"Mom, can I go to San Luis Obispo to see Blue Oyster Cult for my birthday?"

I even used a pleading voice.

Mom gives a thumbs up.

Caregiver gig has its benefits.

Just have to hide it from the seventeen year old niece.

So, 

 here I am.

The happy owner of a ticket to a show on my birthday,

which will be part of a nice little break from the house.

It should be a fantastic time.

You might wonder why I use the word karma?

I like to think this is happening because I have been leading a positive life.

Helping others.  Trying to be a better person.

On the other hand,

  I may have screwed up at some point in time,

    and a whopper of a reckoning is coming soon.

Probably the pleading for birthday wishes...

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I am totally dialed into your way of seeing karma, of seeing "the signs" in the way the stars line up & all that. You've presented this fun vignette in such a goofy, self-revealing way, it feels like we're baring our souls in a game of "Truth or Dare". I love how you spit out more & more of your spiel, as if you're not quite planning to be forthright, but you eventually get around to being forthright. That whole bit-by-bit storytelling technique of yours is uniquely YOURS & I love it. This is the best little story you've done that I can remember (but of course I can only remember back about a week) *smile* Fondly, Margie

[Jon Roggie]

So far, thing are still looking good. Even have a friend joining me for the journey. The countdown has begun. Cue the song by Europe!

[Lorry]

Im reading Jon, and wondering how such a simple, honest line as "i was practicing wasting time" felt like a nod from karma herself, pointing out that trying to pass the next hour and a half until my guests arrive, is not best counting down from 5400 seconds, and that maybe i should do something more than checking my dyelids for holes.
So maybe karmas warning through your words to me will make it more of a pleasant whopper that will be floating into your future, instead of a reckoning.
I hope the years roll back and you lea e the concert with a smile, but you've gotta promise me to stay out of the mosh pit 😀

[Jon Roggie]

No mosh pit. Theatre won't allow it. Judging by the time of your post, you might still be waiting for your guests. If nothing else, you had time for a quick game of mah jong. Good game to improve the memory!

[Lorry]

I keep forgetting to learn how to play that 😀

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"don't fear the reaper" he loves birthdays because they get us one year closer to the end.
but this poem is a celebration of...not pronouncement of fear...giving does make us better people...and doing that also allows us to embrace the final days rather than worry about bad karma coming back at us as we approach the grave...
hold onto that ticket....
j.

[Jon Roggie]

Eventually my time will come, but hopefully not for a few birthdays more! This one should be a fond remembrance of years gone by, and exploration of a new place to catch a show!