And nobody noticed!!
I always knew that getting older meant birthdays became, to quote my dad, "Just another day." But I have been spoiled. Living near my parents always meant some sort of "party". Mom would either make a meal that I requested and bake me a cake, or else we would go out to eat at the restaurant of my choice. Then, there would be the gathering with my friends. This usually involved heavy drinking, hence making me think I was still a young chick (until the hangover the next day when I knew I was no longer 21). I got presents - from the girls (who went shopping for me with their dad), from my parents, and from Mindy. Yeah, birthdays were good. (Even last year when I turned 30, my friends and I had a "Sex in the City" night out on the town. I wasn't even depressed!)
But it wasn't to be this year. Now, I know that I have voluntarily removed myself from my family and friends, but I never realized how true the statement "Out of sight, out of mind" really was. This year, I got nothin'. Not kidding. Ok, my best friend called me and sang happy birthday, but she was the one who was drunk. Something was unfair about that. Bryan and Morgan told me happy birthday. Jordan (aka space cadet) hadn't a clue and never caught on. Not one member of my family called. I had talked to Mindy over the weekend and she was the one who even reminded me that I had a birthday coming up, so she has no excuse for "forgetting." Mom sent an email that said, "We just talked yesterday, so I won't call you. Happy Birthday!" And that's it. I cooked dinner. Morgan cleaned up the dishes, at least. No fancy restaraunt. No cake (or candles) of any kind. And no presents. Let me repeat, no presents. I really am old!
To be fair, Bryan did buy me this beautiful jewelry armoir, but he was too excited to wait to give it to me, so he told me about it before it was ever even delivered. And my mom did do a beautiful job in my crop room (which I have used many times since it has been in order), but I still had nothing to open on my birthday. No friends to celebrate with. No family who remembered and called. How depressing!
So, dad, I realize now that birthdays are just another day! (I think next year I will take the day off work and drink cosmos.)
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I'm sorry your day was so crappy, Steph. I did send you an e-mail wishing you a happy birthday, but unfortunately I've just discovered that no e-mails have left my outbox since November 16th. Greg hasn't been able to fix that yet, by the way. And I still don't have your home phone number to call you. I do have your cell, but it always goes straight to voicemail whenever I try to call. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that I did think of you on your birthday and did attempt to make contact, but unfortunately you just didn't know. You are right though that as you get older birthdays really do become no big deal. At least you were able to "milk" a few more good years before they turned lame. Remember, I moved away when I was 22!
Welcome to the real world!!
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