Parties, house cooking showdowns, greetings, smiles, more fake smiles, crashers, a guy friend bringing the random flavor of the month date to meet the friends, friends checking other friends out, girlfriends checking other girlfriends out and nit-picking on their fashion sense, their hair and their calloused feet, gifts – or the lack of it. Isn’t the above description a perfect little portrayal of what happens during adult birthday celebrations? Well I stopped publicly celebrating my birth date at the age of 7 (that’s only as far as my memory can dictate- then again we know that my memory is just untrustworthy) so I never had to go through the entire shebang of these yearly events.
Yes, I was one of them – those who thought the more you thought birthdays were un-cool, the cooler you were.
But my birthday celebration this year was different. Different in a lot of ways.
Have you ever:
Celebrated your birthday on your own?
Celebrated your birthday in 2 different countries? (and I’m talking about the same day)
Celebrated your birthday with 2 different cakes?
Celebrated your birthday reading a book?
Celebrated your birthday being massaged while slightly tipsy from wine?
Celebrated your birthday getting lost in a foreign country?
Celebrated your birthday without anyone greeting or hugging you and wishing you many more birthdays to come?
Celebrated your birthday being in a relationship that you never realized you were in until you got home? (Surprise. We’ve been together 2 weeks now –eekkk!)
Celebrating mediocrity. How emo can that be?