Friday, September 10, 2004
( 8:42 AM ) teahouse
Born on the 11th of September
It's going to be an interesting weekend.
Tomorrow is September 11. In the past three years, September 11 has become a significant date for Americans. But it's always been a significant day for me.
You see, September 11 is my birthday. I was here in New York on the day of the attacks. My roommate worked in one of the World Trade Center towers. She was in the building and felt the impact of the first plane hit it. After 6 hours of waiting in agony, I found out that she was alive. But her boss, and the guy in the office next door to hers, didn't make it.
For the last 3 years, I've celebrated my 20-something-th birthday by going out with friends, having a nice dinner, and trying not to turn on the tv all day. And for the past 3 years, I have turned on the tv on my birthday, and ended up crying.
I've gotten lots of sympathy dinners, lunches and beers from friends who feel realllllly sorry for me. "Man, that sucks that your birthday is September 11. Whoa, you sure got unlucky!"
Not true! I'm so lucky! Many people lost loved ones. I was fortunate that none of my friends who worked in those buildings were hurt.
This year, my birthday is on a Saturday. My friends will be joining me for drinks on the East Side tomorrow night. I'm offering everyone a virtual toast right now...if you think of it, drink a Corona for me this weekend.