worst birthday weekend ever.
ok, i know what you're going to say..."sarah, at least you have your health. at least you're not some starving kid in africa. at least you have a roof over your head and food on the table. is your life really that bad?"
my answer is yes, yes it is.
my actual birthday was on friday the 22nd. and given the usual yearly celebration that typically lasts weeks, this year was tame. no one believed me that that was how i wanted it... i was inundated with emails asking where the party was and what color tutu was i going to bust out this year and were posh and becks going to crash the party again...
no, i was looking forward to an intimate dinner out with my husband on friday, followed by rest and relaxation for the remainder of the weekend.
instead, the weekend went like this:
a fight between me and bryan at dinner over whether i was too old to be having birthday parties, and whether we play board games as much as i'd like to. silence ensued for the rest of the night.
another fight on saturday regarding our fight on friday.
bryan entertaining himself with rock-climbing and go-cart racing. in his defense, he DID ask me if i wanted to go and take pictures of him having fun. how thoughtful.
a failed attempt at getting a mani/pedi. they were closing up shop (at 5??) when i showed up.
falling asleep during tropic thunder. falling asleep at the theater is like sleeping on a plane... fitful and unsatisfying.
getting food poisoning after my annual birthday dinner with my parents at red robin. the whiskey river burger certainly looks different when it's in the toilet.
so is this it? is this why old people stop celebrating their birthdays after awhile? because everything is downhill and sucky and will never quite live up to the birthday debauchery from years past? have i become one of those wives that tells her husband she doesn't want anything for her birthday but secretly wishes for breakfast in bed and flowers and is disappointed when he does what she says? how long can i make these run-on sentences? and can i ever stop asking myself questions?
posted on Tuesday, August 26, 2008
6 Comments:
Do not fret! I have the resolutions to your birthday boo-hoo's and will execute them in old lady fashion so as not to overwhelm your now frail and weakened self. I don't want to get you too excited or give anything away, but you might want to put some new tennis balls on your walker before we go...
Two things:
1. I love that you went to Red Robin with your parents for your birthday.
2. Happy Birthday.
I'm fortunate in that I have always hated my birthday. I hate it mostly, though, because no one has ever thrown me a surprise party, despite my stating this very clearly in mind letters to all my friends.
Welcome to your 30's. That is all.
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Happy birthday and thanks for another year of entertaining us, the unwashed masses. I am selfishly disappointed that the big 3-0 wasn't celebrated in a way topping last year's tiara and tutu pics, but oh well.