Happy Birthday to Me

6 Aug
Birthday cake

Had my cake and ate it, too.

I love my birthday. A little too much, I think.

Having a summer birthday isn’t easy. Growing up, I never got to bring in cupcakes or brownies to my elementary school class, and I never got my birthday announced over the loudspeaker in the morning. I never got my locker decorated by friends in middle school or high school. Many times, my friends would be on vacaction with their families during my birthday parties.

I had gotten used to small events for my birthday. Once I hit college, it was a totally different ball game. I had tons of friends, all in one place, and most of them stayed in Madison over the summer. Sure, one or two would be missing on vacation or working internships in other cities. But I’m happy to say, I’ve had some seriously epic birthdays since college.

Today is a day all about me. Just me. Not my sister, not my friends, not boys. Just me. One day a year when everyone can dote on me. Normally, I’m the one listening to boy drama, going the extra step to make someone else’s day special, or just sending a little email to a friend I haven’t talked to in awhile. All I ask, is that one day a year, people notice me on my birthday.  All fights, disagreements, or general annoyances can be forgiven today.  Haven’t said hi to me on facebook in awhile? I don’t care. As long as you write Happy Birthday on my wall today, everything is forgotten. Keep ditching me on Friday nights when I go out? That’s ok, as long as you buy me a shot tonight.

It’s the one day a year when people have to listen to me when I talk. It’s the one day a year when I actually get to talk! 364 days out of the year, I’m a wallflower. Today, I want to be the center of attention.

Today will likely be a pretty chill night.  Again, like years past, a lot of people won’t be around for my birthday.  The Summer Curse strikes again.  A lot of my Sleepy Hollow friends have moved.  My college friends are spread out all over the country.  Almost all of my Disney friends have moved back down to Orlando and are living it up together.  So, I’m here in Sleepy Hollow, hoping one or two people can make it out tonight.

I’ll relish in the facebook postings, the texts from friends, and hopefully a drunk dial or two tonight.  All I ask is, wherever you are, friends, that you tip your glass to me.  Tomorrow you can go back to toasting Obama or PETA, or whatever it is you beatniks do.  But today, can it be about me?


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