The 29th birthday party is a tricky one. You could either show your rising maturirty level with a classy wine and cheese party or you can give one last shot at a good theme party and make all your friends dress up in costumes. I choose the latter which lead to the Rockstar Party.
I have to say I am very proud of all my friends who got into the groove, swiped on the eyeliner, pulled on the leather pants, and let the hairspray fly. We fueled our rocker bodies with champagne and a spread based on food demands of real rockers, such as Jay Z’s desire for PBJ, Taylor Swift’s need for Kraft Mac n’ Cheese, Frank Sinatra’s request for jump shrimp cocktail, and Brittany Spear’s must have Pop Tarts. Guitar Hero was hooked up so everyone could warm up their guitar moves and rocker attitudes. Babyhead was very entertained by us all and Momma let him stay up late but denied his grabs for her champagne glass.
Bedtime was our cue to take the party to a whole new level...and a new location. The party appropriately continued at The Gas Lite karaoke bar. I took note of the stares at my pink curly mohawk, but didn’t care as we gathered around our reserved booth to pick our songs. I think everyone was just jealous that they didn’t have on shredded pleather leggings and glittery scarves tied around their heads.
I so L-O-V-E all my dearest friends for showing up to give me B-day wishes and endure the craziness of a karaoke bar. Our last performance of “Living on a Prayer” had the whole bar dancing and singing their best “Whoooooaaaaa-ooooooh”s into their air mics. Thank you to everyone who came to rock with me, it was a very fitting night to kick off my last year as a 20 something. Next year be prepared to get your wine and cheese on.
The very wise and talented (and good looking) Mr. J. Timberlake once sang “where is the love?” Just a week after I blogged my praises for all things Mac and the devastation I would feel if anything happened to my little lap topper...something happened. I was in denial for a few days, hoping that maybe if I restarted my computer enough eventually everything on my desktop would come back. This was my technical analysis.
When I caved in and went to the Apple store the Genius Bar guy coldly gave me his analysis. “Your hard drive is dead, you need to be replace it but you will lose all of your data.” Gasp! “Data?” My beloved iTunes playlists, photos of Babyhead’s first day on this earth, slaved over websites, newly scanned paperless home office, my data base of design and DIY ideas, digitally preserved copies of my Grandmother’s hand written recipes, creative future blog ideas...are not JUST data sir!! It was then he told me I had to choose one thing to save from my computer, because he might only have one chance at saving something and I had to choose right then...but all I could think was “where is the love?”
Thank god I was in shock cause I might have started crying right in front of unsympathetic Apple store guy. Finally he said I could take it to a data recovery specialist but it could cost thousands of dollars. I said if there was a chance to save anything I will take it. I spent the next four hours still in shock wandering the earth, like I was homeless...I had lost my digital home. I tried to find some perspective, to empathize with people who really have lost everything in devastating fires or hurricanes. Situations where there are no specialist to take your life so it can be recovered.
The next day I asked my computer genius friend what I should do and he recommended a company called Computech to help my with my data recovery. And it was there...at Computech where I found the love (and it didn’t cost thousands of dollars.) My techy friend sat across the counter from me starring at my lap topper and assured me hope was not lost. Three days later they called and said my Mac had pulled through...a full recovery!
Where is the love? Well for the most part it is in your family, friends, and how you interact with the rest of the world. But in this technical age forms of our love are stored on a hard drive. So show your hard working machine some love and always back up your “data.”
No comments:
Post a Comment