Last, Tuesday, April 19th was my birthday. I had a nice day. Family and friends visited. One of my favorite actresses, Nia Vardalos, tweeted me a birthday greeting. (I loved My Big Fat Greek Wedding. I cannot wait to see the sequel.) My tablemates and I had were treated to Chinese takeout and sake. All of this celebrating should have been enough But it wasn't. There is still one gift that I didn't receive.
I'd been on a mission. I wanted a birthday tweet from Cher. I tried last year. Nothing. I was determined that this year would be my year. She's tweeted other fans her special birthday cake emoticon. I was going to.get one too. Why it mattered at fifty-nine, I cannot explain, but it did.
Cher had tweeted me, six years ago,, after my mom died. It was time for another. I know fans she has tweeted more than once, Why not me?
A week before my birthday, I began tweeting her every night. Reminder tweets, I was sure she'd want to circle the date in red pencil on her calendar, to make sure she didn't forget. My tweets were funny, stupid and serious. Anything to get her attention. I even got friends to tweet her on my behalf. Nothing worked. I tried not to be disappointed, but I was.
I think all of us have interests that we are a little obsessed with. Whether it is sports or following the plot of our favorite TV show. People or things we feel connected to. You might not want to admit it, but you know you know you have one.
I am still tweeting Cher. I looked forward to doing it I missed it when I stopped. I like making up tweets every night. I am sure 'I'd have more writing opportunities if I worked as hard on those as I do on the tweets/
A friend told me to make this a funny post. I don't know if it's funny or not. I just wrote how I feel.
Cher, I'm still waiting. I know you won't let me down.
SHE DIDN'T!!!
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