|Thank goodness it'll be a whole year 'til THAT happens again!
||[Jul. 30th, 2008|08:56 am]
Honestly, I've never had so many people make such a fuss over my birthday. Usually, it's pretty much my Mom. A card from my aunt, check from my Dad. The STBX, god love him, was just hopeless -- celebration remembering and gift giving not his strongpoint. And after a while, having to remind and remind...it just seems pathetic. So I got in the habit of celebrating all by myself. |
Which also sounds pathetic, but really, it wasn't. It was fun. I'd get a lovely steak or lobster, a dessert of choice, a very nice bottle of wine, a movie of choice to watch and then permit myself to buy 4 CDs. All at once. Happy Birthday to me!
And I did that this past weekend -- lobster, coconut cupcake, riesling, for the record. And it was wonderful. Not that it was my birthday over the weekend, but I come from a people who celebrate things when it's damned convenient. It's the THOUGHT that counts.
So, in my head, the birthday thing was over. So it sort of came as as surprise when everyone else decided to celebrate it again. Two vases of flowers on my desk at work -- from my boss, who prefaced them with "yeah, see, I'm not always an a**hole" and my wonderful Captain. And then taken out to lunch, and then taken out for happy hour. And the phone calls in between. And then a fabulous dinner -- steak, my other traditional b-day choice -- prepared by precious friends, and chocolate hazelnut cake. Thankfully more alcohol, because I was starting to get a little tense about all of the damned attention.
I mean, if I want attention, I will dress up and make a scene. Or, naked and make a scene. But the attention yesterday was getting relentless, and my New England reserve was feeling assaulted and I thought I was going to pull an Old Man of the Mountain. (Famous NH landmark, granite ledges that looked like a face, suddenly cracked and crumbled right off one day.) Which made me feel horrible, since it was all so well-intentioned. I always thought that taking a day off for your birthday was self-indulgent -- but aha, now I can see why I might want to consider it...
So, seriously, thank you all. And I apologize if my smile and thanks seemed a little strained or forced -- and I did break once, when the third person said "so, now that you're legal, what are you going to have for your first drink?", which is sweet, except that now I guess I'm old enough that it's funny, but after chuckling twice, the third time I broke and said "Oh, honey, I'm already legal to drink alcohol, but I can't WAIT to lose my virginity!" which was NOT appropriate to say at work, especially as loud as I did, but...when I'm nervous, I tend to blurt inappropriate comments, more often than normal.
So, I'm grateful for all of the love, but glad that things are back to normal. After all, after today, there's only one day left in National Ice Cream Month....