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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?

My Best Friend’s Wedding

3 Aug
Bride and her bridesmaids

The bride's whole posse in the bridal suite

The whole month of July led up to one important event on July 31st: my best friend’s wedding.

She married her soulmate in a beautiful ceremony at St. Mary’s Catholic Church in Huntley, Ill.  Her father escorted her down the aisle in a strapless, empire waisted gown embellished with beading on the bust, followed by multitudes of skinny pleats creating a full skirt.  A birdcage veil masked her happy tears when greeting her groom, who donned a traditional Irish kilt, at the alter.  Her bridesmaids, friends and future relatives-in-law, happily complimented her in true-red strapless, floor-length chiffon dresses, accented with a black sash at the empire waist.  Bubbles and bagpipes introduced them as husband and wife outside the church.  Pictures followed in a nearby cornfield with the 1950s truck borrowed from her friend who restores vintage cars.

The reception was, in a word, breathtaking.  Meridien Banquet Hall in Rolling Meadows, Ill., hosted about 120 of their family and friends, dimly lit by true-red candles in black lanterns.  The bride and groom swayed to The Tossers for their first dance, and cut their chocolate and amaretto mousse cake without getting messy.

The father of the bride, maid of honor (me!) and the best man all gave heartfelt speeches, and dinner and dancing closed out the memorable night.

My best friend is married, and I couldn’t be happier for her.  I’m so grateful two of the most loving people I know found each other.

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