Remember when you were younger and you couldn't wait for your next birthday? A big cake, lots of presents, a party!!! It doesn't really happen anymore until you get real old. I wish once you hit thirty, you can age back down to twenty and then just bounce back and forth through the twenties. That would be nice! Unfortunately, that is not how it works.
Every 365 days I wonder how many of my friends are going to show up to my party. Last year it was two. That's right 2 people. This year it should be five, should be that is. Odds are only two will show up. That's so sad. Well, I intend to have fun this year and I'm dragging my friends out to sing karaoke with me. That's right I said Karaoke!! And no less at a dive-ish bar. Apparently, I'm trying to lower my party guests to one next year.
This is going to occur two full days before my actual birthday, which falls on a Sunday this year. On my actual birthday, I will probably not get the meal that I want (a nice fat porterhouse), or the cake I want (Cookie-puss), but it's a day where I can be more lazy than usual. I think on my birthday my spine turns to jelly and I just sink into my bed.
Birthdays just aren't as fun as they used be. Pinatas full of candy, chips and dips, a huge cake, and lots of guests, which means lots of presents. Now I just live through my daughter and make sure her birthday parties are over the top.This year her birthday was a little too over the top and we ended it at the emergency room. Missed all the cool fireworks, too.
I just hope tomorrow I can sit around with all my friends and have a good time. It's been a while since I had a worry free night out. I think I'm due for one. Wish me luck!
Next time: Shenanigans!
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