Really, the problem is that I'm horrible with dates and I hate celebrating my own birthday.
Well, except this one year. See, my birthday has this tendency to fall on Memorial Day every x number of years--I was tempted to say 7, but apparently I'm struggling with the concept of leap years today. All the same, one year, the dates were aligned just so.
A few days before this monumental day, my mom, my sister and I happened to be travelling to visit my grandparents. My sister was irritated, understandably so, because I was on my way to having my third birthday party that year. One with friends, one with our family and soon one with Grandma and Grandpa. As we were walking down the jet-way to the airplane, my sister and I were our usual selves and as such, Mom was walking between us to keep us apart. I was in the process of explaining the logic three parties, seeing as how everyone was taking Monday off to celebrate my birthday anyway. My sister tried to explain that America was not, in fact, taking Monday off for me, but for Memorial Day. In the middle of this discussion, much to my ten year old heart's delight, the man walking in front of us turned around and said, "Actually, my family is having a barbecue to celebrate Megan's birthday this weekend."
A few days before this monumental day, my mom, my sister and I happened to be travelling to visit my grandparents. My sister was irritated, understandably so, because I was on my way to having my third birthday party that year. One with friends, one with our family and soon one with Grandma and Grandpa. As we were walking down the jet-way to the airplane, my sister and I were our usual selves and as such, Mom was walking between us to keep us apart. I was in the process of explaining the logic three parties, seeing as how everyone was taking Monday off to celebrate my birthday anyway. My sister tried to explain that America was not, in fact, taking Monday off for me, but for Memorial Day. In the middle of this discussion, much to my ten year old heart's delight, the man walking in front of us turned around and said, "Actually, my family is having a barbecue to celebrate Megan's birthday this weekend."
Glorious.
After such an unprecedented country-wide birthday celebration, I have retreated into a life of facebook free birthday. This quiet lifestyle has only been interrupted by small celebrations with a handful of people who know how to make cakes out of non-cake desserts. A candle sitting on a tower of donuts will win me over every time, folks. Every time.
After such an unprecedented country-wide birthday celebration, I have retreated into a life of facebook free birthday. This quiet lifestyle has only been interrupted by small celebrations with a handful of people who know how to make cakes out of non-cake desserts. A candle sitting on a tower of donuts will win me over every time, folks. Every time.
While my birthday missed its holiday mark a week ago, it seems this past weekend has more than made up for it.
Thursday night, I came home from work to a 4-person surprise birthday party, complete with a tower-of-cookies cake. You guessed it; the tower did me in again.
I am 28 and I am a sucker for towers. Maybe I should invest in a set wooden blocks.
Or a support group.
The next night was the bachelorette party. Joined by five classy women, I dined on incredible cheeses and cocktails and dinner. We then traipsed over to a dance spot, blinged out with ringpops and a glowstick wand. Still classy as ever, mind you. The night was danced away to the beat of a rather amenable DJ--whom we all remember as being Korean but adopted and having a flameish arm tattoo.
Thursday night, I came home from work to a 4-person surprise birthday party, complete with a tower-of-cookies cake. You guessed it; the tower did me in again.
I am 28 and I am a sucker for towers. Maybe I should invest in a set wooden blocks.
Or a support group.
The next night was the bachelorette party. Joined by five classy women, I dined on incredible cheeses and cocktails and dinner. We then traipsed over to a dance spot, blinged out with ringpops and a glowstick wand. Still classy as ever, mind you. The night was danced away to the beat of a rather amenable DJ--whom we all remember as being Korean but adopted and having a flameish arm tattoo.
Saturday brought the semi-surprise bridal shower for which even the weather cooperated, raining down nothing but sunshine and a cool breeze. Amazing friends, incredible home-made food and laughter. Lot of laughter. Especially as everyone introduced themselves and shared their favorite memory of me--which is largely indistinguishable from "Megan is pretty weird, but that's why I love her."
This weekend overwhelmingly outshone that day at the airport. I have been so lovingly spoiled by a sneaky fiancé, an amazing team of bridesmaids and really, really fun and creative friends.
Merci.
Merci.
like. hee hee. (the prove-you-are-not-a-robot feature is tough. i don't have robot eyes to see that very blur picture...)
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