Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Cause for celebration
Birthdays, for most people, are awesome. Mine just kinda sucks. I've never had a real birthday party on my birthday, which happens to be Boxing Day to Canadians, or Jesus' birthday hangover. My mom tried one of those "Christmas in July" birthday parties, and most of the parents really didn't get it so only a few of my friend showed up. One of them was one of my closer friends who always ate those orangey peanut-butter cracker things and constantly had their residue all over her gums. I didn't look at her while she talked.
Because my birthday is the day after the Messiah's, I am constantly doing non-fun things on my birthday, like last year we drove back to Dallas on my birthday. The year before I worked. This year, I'm working. On the day after Christmas. Which happens to be my birthday.
I try not to bitch about it, because really, I've already set a precedent for ridiculously crappy and banal birthdays. I just stopped caring.
But, this year Dave said that we'd do something special, and I got really excited. I wanted to go to a nice restaurant. There's this cool little souffle restaurant in Dallas called Rise No. 1 and I've been wanting to go for a while, but haven't talked myself into spending that much. It's my birthday, after all. Hopefully this one's not crappy.