Tonight I was reading a Washingtonian article on the best birthday bars in DC. I forwarded the article along to my birthday twins as inspiration for this year’s birthday bash.
That got me thinking about how I never celebrated my 25th birthday. My life was all sorts of busy at the time and having a birthday in December is terrible because everybody is always busy with holidays/finals/life to come out for any party you plan. But I’m not going to lie, as I remembered lack of birthday back in December I felt sad, disappointed, and angry.
Now I’m not here to whine and complain about nobody celebrating my birthday. I’m not Michael Scott. It’s not like people didn’t remember, I got tons of text messages, e-mails, facebook posts that proved to me that people cared for at least two seconds and I’m thankful for that.
What makes me sad is that I never had the chance to have all my different friends together in one room having fun and enjoying themselves.
It’s kinda weird because some of my best birthday moments have been around non-landmark years. The big quarterlife to me was an occasion to celebrate in a big way- but I didn’t. I didn’t really celebrate my 21st birthday either. The two best birthdays I’ve ever had were on my 23rd where my college friends surprised me with a Limo and ladies; and my 24th where I just had a great night out with friends that made me feel special. Ok maybe I am a little selfish, maybe I do want my friends to make me feel special- but doesn’t everyone deserve one day of the year that’s all about them? Regardless, I am really writing this as a mental note that this year I don’t want to screw it up. I want to bring back the three-way birthday party and I want it to be amazing.
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