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Happy Birthday to ME......

Today is my birthday.

As you can tell, I don't shy away from it.  I feel like I've lived a long time and yet I still look forward to my birthday every single year.  

Probably because I don't think of my birthday as getting "older" but rather, as yet another opportunity to get friends together and party.

Every year for my birthday, we go to the cottage.  This weekend I went with my sister and Mama.  I invited my close girlfriends but they said they were all busy and none of them could attend.
But that didn't bother me.  I didn't even ask why they were so busy.  I just typed into my iPhone:
 "Shift self-birthday party to next weekend.  Also - buy lots of wine.  Also - call Ricky to see if he is available.  Also - shave your legs".

Because none of my friends would be able to celebrate my birthday weekend with me, I had just resolved that this weekend would be a nice quiet weekend with Mishi and Mama.  Mama was in the middle of one of her investigatory stories about our cottage neighbours and what direction their ATV's were driving,  when suddenly I heard tons of car horns honking away in the driveway.  I look up at my sister who seemed just as shocked as me.  Who was here?  I ran to the driveway as quickly as I could.  If this is an intruder, I better get my game on.  I quickly grab an oar to defend myself.  Then on the way there, I throw on a Guns N Roses tshirt over my bikini.  (Or do I keep the bikini visible?  If it's a man, I might distract him with my body and then slam him in the back of the head with the oar. Hmmm?  I decide on the tshirt.  He might be a GNR fan too and then instead of robbing and killing us....we can talk about how horrible GNR's recent album "Chinese Democracy" was.)

I get to the driveway just in time to see my 3 girlfriends jump out of a car!  They are carrying balloons, flowers and wine. They are a little thrown off by the oar, but run up and hug me nonetheless.

1 hour later we are sitting on the deck drinking wine and eating lunch.


"Weren't you upset when I said I couldn't come with you to the cottage this weekend??"  one of my girlfriends asks.
"Weren't you surprised when I kept asking what was 'so special' about this weekend??" the other girlfriend adds.




No.  That's the thing about me.  I am never offended by people who don't plan something for my birthday or who completely forget about my birthday.  I think that's silly.  Your birthday should always be fun, not stressful.  And to be completely honest, there is no WAY that anyone could forget my birthday, I start counting down the days to my birthday weeks before.
The texts that I have been known to type in relation to my upcoming birthday events are as follows:
"Guys - my birthday this weekend.  We're going to see a GNR cover band in Minden this weekend.  Wear 80's clothing."
"Guys - my birthday this Saturday.  Sushi & clubbing.  Sake it to me baby!"
"Guys - T minus 7 days to my birthday.  I love MAC.  Just sayin'"

All of this selfish talk of one's birthday makes me ponder whether sometimes I should just let people plan things themselves. 

But no.  That's absurd!!


Just recently one of my girlfriends threw a huge party for herself.  It was fantastic.  A neon & neutral themed party.  She went all out.  The entire house was covered in neon colours.  And all the guests had to dress in neon & neutral.  Even my drink was neon!  (I was kind of worried about that one though.  I never asked what she did to the drinks to make them neon but my teeth started glowing at the end of the night....?!)



As she was planning this unbelievable party, she asked her sister "Is it wrong to plan a huge birthday celebration for yourself?"
Her sister answers...."Well, normally I would say yes.  But because it's you......no."

People EXPECT this type of birthday-planning behaviour from people like us.  It's almost mandatory!!  Because I know that if I'M having fun.....then everyone else is having fun too!!!! 
It's my way of contributing to my friends. 
Let's just say that I'm contributing to society's well-being. 
You're welcome.

Anyway, this is the ONE day in the year where you CAN be totally selfish.  Where you can stuff your face with cake at 9'oclock in the morning, where you can go and spend money on yourself and not on your kids (gasp!) and where you can start planning Road Trip #2!!!  OH YEAH BABY!!!  Stay tuned ........ :)





 
BTW - here's the link to how my friend put her fabulous neon & neutral party together!  enjoy!
 http://takethepartyoutside.com/wordpress/my-neon-30th-birthday/

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