On this February the 21st of the year 2012, I’m celebrating the birthday of the original Japanese release of The Legend of Zelda game with this story:
As I was leaving Japanese class, I received a text from my boyfriend: “Working on YOUR bday now :).” The last couple months, I’ve been teasing him with the knowledge that I’ve been excitedly planning his March birthday for a while, and that he will never guess what I’m getting him as a gift. So his text was just a way to tease me about his developing plans for my April birthday.
I got back to my office, opened up my computer, and while I was eating some yummy strawberry oatmeal, I perused Twitter and the general internets. I realized today is the anniversary of the original release of The Legend of Zelda game, and I was reminded that I’d been following the developments of the Zelda Symphony concerts to see whether or not they’d add a stop close to Minneapolis, where I live.
Sure enough, on the bottom of the page, I saw it: “September 22nd, Minneapolis, MN, Orpheum Theater.” I clicked the “Buy now” button just to be sure it wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t.
I LOST MY MIND. In case you didn’t know, I love the LoZ series so much I got it tattood on my forearm.
I tweeted something about peeing my pants (in all-caps, of course) and then Gmail-chatted my boyfriend, yelling, “JACOB. IT’S CONFIRMED AND I’M CRYING. OMG I NEED TO GO. I NEED. JACOB. I NEED.”
Jake replied, “SO….theres no way I can really keep your b-day present a surprise..,” and I basically started crying: “NO. NO WAY. NO WAY. OMG. WHAT. NO WAY. OMYFUCK. I JUST DIED OF HAPPINESS. PLEASE. WHAT.” He confirmed it, and I floated away on a cloud made of excitement and love.
So, there’s my “Happy birthday, Legend of Zelda” story. Cute/amazing, no?