Birthday’s over 30 should be properly phrased as such “We’re going out for my birthday” not ‘I’m having a birthday party!’ Anything hinting otherwise such as lavish cake, dinners, dramatic family gatherings should be avoided at all costs as to not assume that Homey the Clown will show up with a pinata and make a Shrek balloon. With that said, family members/significant others/friends should not be limited to throwing you one as long as it’s a surprise and something that you would want (i.e. if I dream of one of my milestone birthdays to be celebrated at a rooftop bar in NYC don’t have the party at the K of C instead!) Birthday’s are a celebration of you, not the typical political debate over the healthcare plan either by whoever was invited to celebrate with you. Birthday’s are not for presents, at least I don’t care for them. If we go out for my birthday, I’m not expecting a gift.
Overall, I’m not saying you shouldn’t celebrate your birthday, the day you were born, the day your parents became another extension of their adulthood, but there comes a time when you’re not ‘sweet 16 anymore’ and the balloons and cake turn into shots and martinis.
To my friends who aren’t afraid of driving to party and those who sent the snail mail cards..thank you, it means a lot. I’m over the excuses for why my so-called friends can’t make it, I’m used to the let downs on a holiday weekend where bbqs are more important. I just hope if you’re pregnant and due around a holiday to hold it in and not scar that kid for life, because trust me it does stick with you for life.
So I’ve come to terms with the closure I’ve needed for my birthday, realized that true friends will make the effort to party, to bring back the traditional sleepover, peruse the Kama Sutra and add to the requirements list. To joke about the past, to vent, to gripe, to drink more wine, to vent again and laugh some more.
I will always have one reason why I love my birthday and that makes up for all the reasons why I used to hate it.